TGIF....
It’s Finally Friday… But Who’s Counting? If you’ve been following my week, you know it’s been nothing short of a circus. By Tuesday, I felt like I’d lived through an entire month, and the madness just kept rolling. But hey, we made it to Friday—barely! A Week for the Books Tuesday was a blur of DHR visits, endless work Zooms, and enough mom duties to last a lifetime. Wednesday? Determined to top Tuesday’s chaos, it threw me into a whirlwind of work, a side hustle Zoom call, and late-night juggling of my mom and wife roles. (When do we clock out again?) Thursday gave me a bit of a breather—just the usual work mayhem, a dash of “life happens,” and the calm before Friday’s storm. Friday Hits Like a Freight Train Ah, Friday. The day started with my 17-year-old, Alivia, who required no fewer than four wake-up calls before I left the house. Spoiler alert: none of them worked. Because I clearly enjoy a challenge, I drove back home to try again, all while calling my 16-year-old, Natalie, at h...