On a Friday Lunch table

It was a hot Friday afternoon. My husband had come home for lunch picking up my 3 year old angel from school.  On the lunch table, as my husband gulped up the last drop of the iced water in his glass, I gently asked, ‘Among the 7 days in a week, which one is your favorite?’ Without a moment’s delay, he shot the answer, “Sundays! Ah….h, I can’t wait to lazily lie down on that couch and relax all day long”. Copying her daddy, my little angel too bellowed, “Sunday! I love Sundays!”; when asked about my choice, I smiled and replied, “Friday.”

Yes, I eagerly wait for Fridays every week. Being a house wife, my favorite moments are those that I spend with my family. And even though it is Saturdays and Sundays that actually gives it to me at its fullest, it is Friday when I feel all happy realizing that my family would be with me for the next 2 days. As Saturday comes and goes, I feel sad about the weekends ending. And I hate Sundays when I realize after which I have to wait for 5 more days to get my family all to myself.

Even though my husband simply smiled as a reply, it was clear that he did like my answer. While my baby wanting to copy her mommy deary answered, “Mamma, I was about to add Friday when you interrupted. I actually love Sundays and Fridays”. We all laughed at her very clever and diplomatic answer and relished our lunch then.