I always look forward to Friday, who doesn’t?

This Friday though couldn’t come soon enough. Sometime around Monday afternoon I started to ask “Is it Friday yet?”.

This was a long week, Kingsley had surgery. He’s okay he just had a few lumps removed, the third time. He’s just a lumpy dog and develops fatty deposits. When they get too big we get them removed. The problem is I don’t get to see him. I call to see how he’s doing and trust that my hug is delivered but I miss him. I know he’s in good hands though so that makes it a little easier.

Also work has been busy and I would talk more about work but one of the blogs I love to follow warns of the dangers of talking about work. She did and got fired for it. I could, I would have a lot to say and one day I’ll make up a completely fictitious company with events that NEVER happened and stupid people that I don’t work with as the characters. Totally made up …. wink, wink.

This week though I’m too tired. I was going to go to bed earlier, then a friend emailed to tell me the Giro was on. WHAT? Men in spandex on tv? Well I had to watch, it was the team time trial. Congratulations GARMIN! It was a bit of a highlight of my week.

Especially after looking for a Mothers Day card. I always try to find one that says “I’m sure you did the best you could”. Hallmark doesn’t make that one. It has the one’s that say how daughters are happy to be best friends with their Mom, how they love the support and all rainbows and happiness. I love my Mother and our relationship has gotten way better over the years but these don’t seem to fit us. I can’t even imagine a relationship with my Mother where I tell her everything, in fact nothing would horrify me more. We have a pleasant relationship, we talk travel, we stay on safe topics. Open is not really how I would describe us. So I go for the one with big pretty flowers on the front, Mom loves a good card and simply says “Happy Mothers Day” and yes “I love you”.

Now it’s Friday. I just have to get through the day and then I’m having a glass of wine (or two) ordering in and watching a movie. Exciting, I know. I can’t think of anything I would rather do. Then getting out Saturday on my bike!

Sunday I will deliver the card with chocolates to my Mom. Who I do love but who I can’t talk to about everything or travel with. We’ve tried. I can sit through a pleasant lunch and in my own way let her know that I love her.

But first a glass of wine……..