Ah, Friday

Ah, Fridays. They’re always good, especially when the sun is shining. It seems we have a bit of a respite from the deluge we’ve had over the last couple of weeks. The daffodils are in bloom and all sorts of spring-like signs are shooting up.

Fridays are good for many reasons, mostly because they are supposed to be our “day off”. The one day of the week that Simon takes off completely from work and we try to rest. Although, of course, with little kids it is pretty hard to get any kind of rest, even on “days off”. The work of looking after them, teaching them, training them, cleaning up after them, preparing food for them and keeping them alive is pretty much the same as any other day. It can be hard to feel like there is any sense of a break, even though with Simon home that work is halved.

In some respects I find Fridays a little bit of a let-down. Throughout the week, in the mad scramble to get to the end of the day, and the tiredness and mental strain of getting so many things done and figured out, Friday is the light at the end of the tunnel. Somehow just having the knowledge that there is a day of “nothingness”, where nothing is planned and there are no expectations and nothing to “get done”, is like a glimpse of heaven that keeps me going.

Unfortunately, though, sometimes I can have such a glowing expectation for how awesome and wonderful Friday is going to be, that when it finally comes it can be a bit of a damp squid. I am too tired to attempt any of the creative projects that I have been looking forward to all week. I try not to do any unnecessary work, other than the bare minimum of food preparation and cleaning up after ourselves. So I sit on the couch and try to read, or to relax….But just being still and looking around our lounge for five minutes without distraction makes all the things that I need to do but haven’t gotten around to during the week jump out at me. Arrrgh! The admin pile. Arrgghh! That letter I forgot to post. Arrgghh! The carpet is changing colour from olive green to grey. One needs blinkers to be able to rest in your own house.

Still, it is a discipline that is most necessary. I HAVE to stop at some point. Even though the stress and mental noise from the week is very difficult to turn off, and it usually takes me until lunchtime before I feel like I can let my thoughts wander in a productive way. If I can’t stop at some point in the week and press the reset button, it’s only a matter of time before things derail.

Every Friday Isaac and Simon sit down together and spend a couple of hours playing games on Simon’s laptop. It is a special treat that is looked forward to all week (by both boys!). Every other day Isaac asks Simon if it’s Friday. Usually this is communicated as, “Papa, let me tell you a secret…” Then he comes in close, and in a hot, breathy whisper says in his ear, “Papa, it’s Friday?…’Pluter games?”

Having a rhythm of rest every week is certainly not a new idea. Back in the old days it was highly frowned upon to break the “Sabbath” and some families even ate cold food prepared the day before so that absolutely no work was done on Sunday. (hmm….there might be something to that, actually!) For our family, Sunday is the busiest and most draining day of the week, so there’s no point in being pedantic about that sort of thing. But, we think a day of rest is a good idea, so we rest on a Friday. We do ‘pluter games and read and write and do lots of “nothing”. Sometimes it’s boring, sometimes it’s bliss, but it’s always essential. Speaking of which, I still have a whole lot of nothing left to do, so I’d best be off to go and do it.

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