Happy Friday?

Oh, why the question mark you ask?  Well, it's all relative.  For those of you who actually receive money for what you do, today begins a two day celebration.  Perhaps you'll get together with friends, go out dancing, eating, take in a movie, sleep in, lounge around in your pjs all day.  The world is your oyster and you're ready to say Shuck It!  For those of us finishing up a 50 zillion hour week as the often monotonous "Stay At Home Mom", your hours just got extended with no school bus coming. 

Yeah, I know the working moms are R-E-A-D-Y and deserving of two days off.  Believe me!  I haven't always been a SAHM.  Between babysitters that gave me 3 hours notice and bosses who thought that kids weren't a "good fit" alongside their career, I've been down that road.  For those of you forking out $40K a year to day care centers to spend the day with your little darlings; I salute you, believe me.  However, in the world of parenting special needs children, the day care center isn't always an option.

Lots of people make comments to me like, "Oh, so you don't work?" and at that moment, I'm always grateful my mother constantly repeated, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" and I'd also like to thank the school I went to for letting me know every day that I have to keep my hands to myself.  Otherwise, I'd be in prison right now and this blog wouldn't exist.  Yes, I still have to do all the things that every other mom (or dad or caregiver) has to do every day.  However, I have to do it without the benefit of enough money, time or patience.  (The patience part I threw in there hoping you wouldn't notice)  Did I mention I also own two of Satan's cats?  Nevermind, I'll save that for another time.

Back to the whole question mark thing.  Weekends can be the bane of my existence.  It's not always two days of "rest" for me.  Having children who thrive on structure can completely fall to pieces (along with their parents) during an unstructured, busy weekend.  Add to that a tight budget, no time alone for the happy couple and children who, when put together, are reminiscent of the Tasmanian Devil from the Bugs Bunny cartoons of yesteryear including the sound effects and you have a recipe for disaster.  Sure, I try the whole rentamovieeveryonewilllike and the often underestimated boardgamethatssupposedtobefunforthewholefamilyandwindsupthrownwhensomeonedoesntgettheirway, but I'm running out of ideas!  I'm hoping that one day, large groups of frantic parents will mob this blog and give unprecedented advice, saving us all from the dilemma in which we find ourselves.  In the meantime, I'm going to hit up redbox.com.  Happy Friday!  (I think)