The Weekend

I was having a conversation with my hubby the other day about the weekend.  You see to us, it's pretty insignificant.  It's always funny when I'm on facebook on Fridays and people keep posting about how excited they are that it's Friday.  Most of the time it reminds me what day of the week because I don't usually remember what day it is.  Both Abe and I have interesting schedules.  He works for a DJ and entertainment company as a manager.  Sometimes he'll DJ too.  He works 6-7 days a week.  Every Saturday.... EVERY SATURDAY.  Sometimes I get tempted to complain.  During the summer especially.  When everyone's getting married, I'm typically at home alone on a Saturday night and often on Sundays too.  It would be easy to complain.  But then there's my husband... the one who has to actually work those hours and he's not complaining.  So I bite my tongue if I get frustrated and tempted to whine about missing him and I thank my lucky stars that I have a man that works as hard as he does, not only at work but at home. 
Then there's my job.  The ultimate in flexibility because I choose my own hours.  But with that, often comes working during the few hours per week that my husband is home.  Evenings, Sundays, whatever I have to do.  No complaints on that one.  I know the alternative means I don't get the privilege of being a stay at home mom.  Wouldn't trade that for the world. 
I dream about a time when we can just have time off and just be together as a family.  When we do get those moments I cherish them.  Summer vacations aren't really an option because it's busy season for both of us, but I'm looking forward to creating a tradition of winter vacations.  I think we all have ideas about how we'd like our family lives to be, and then reality sinks in and you work with what you've got.  I thank my lucky stars that I don't have a husband in the military that's gone for long periods of time, or even a single mom.  I don't know how you folks do it.  I really don't.
June is the busiest month for my business and for DJ's happens to be their biggest month too (thanks to all you June brides :) and the other day we were having a crazy day.  I guess pretty much every day is crazy but this one happened to be particularly crazy with our schedules combined with a dog that got sprayed by a skunk and ran in the house, stinking up our house for a week, and a cat that was vomiting in the middle of the night.  We had to laugh about it.  What else can you do.  And the next morning my husband posted a link to the music video "Just another day in paradise" by Phil Vassar on my facebook wall.  That's truly how it feels sometimes.  My comment to him was "If we can get through June every year, we can get through anything."  We're over halfway through June!  Pray for me!

Just Another Day in Paradise

The kids screaming, phone ringing
Dog barking at the mailman bringing
That stack of bills - overdue
Good morning baby, how are you?
Got a half hour, quick shower
Take a drink of milk but the milk's gone sour
My funny face makes you laugh
Twist the top on and I put it back
There goes the washing machine
Baby, don't kick it.
I promise I'll fix it
Long about a million other things

Well, it's ok. It's so nice
It's just another day in paradise
Well, there's no place that
I'd rather be
Well, it's two hearts
And one dream
I wouldn't trade it for anything
And I ask the lord every night
For just another day in paradise

Friday, you're late
Guess we'll never make our dinner date
At the restaurant you start to cry
Baby, we'll just improvise
Well, plan B looks like
Dominoes' pizza in the candle light
Then we'll tippy toe to our room
Make a little love that's overdue
But somebody had a bad dream
Mama and daddy
Can me and my teddy
Come in to sleep in between?

Yeah it's ok. It's so nice.
It's just another day in paradise.
Well, there's no place that
I'd rather be
Well, it's two hearts
And one dream
I wouldn't trade it for anything
And I ask the lord every night
For just another day in paradise

Well, it's ok. It's so nice.
It's just another day in paradise.
Well, there's no place that
I'd rather be
Two hearts
And one dream
I wouldn't trade it for anything
And I ask the lord every night
For just another day in paradise

For just another day in paradise
Well, it's the kids screaming. The phone ringing
Just another day
Well, it's Friday. You're late
Oh yeah, it's just another day in paradise