My Friday

Friday is a sacred day to this Mommy. Not only does it symbolize the start of a weekend, meaning there will be an extra adult around during the next few days, but it also symbolizes a taste of freedom.

Friday is shopping day.

Many women I know loathe the grocery shopping. I just can't understand that. It satisfies the deepest desire in me to go forth and gather goods to distribute among the masses.

Masses = my four bottomless pits, My Love, and a ravenous horde at Campus Life.

Now if I had to shop with all four kids in tow surely I would have some empathy for those who dislike this chore. However, I be spoilt. My Love makes sure that Mommy gets out to squeeze peaches and ponder choice cuts of meat all on her lonesome. It is my one reprieve. My me time. I look forward to doing exactly what I want to do without having to constantly count heads or keep my ducks in a row. I have no desire to share this time chatting with my girlfriends or meeting someone for dinner... its my time... just for me.

Is it terrible for me to protect this time with my very life? Are there some of you out there who are thinking "why on Earth would she ever want to leave her children behind?" Perhaps some of you do not understand my desire for solitude... and you know what? That is OK. I don't need you to understand it in order to enjoy it immensely.

Usually I start out by hitting the thrift stores. I don't always find something but its the search that relaxes me. I peruse the books for texts that may come in handy for school and I even have accumulated quite a collection of works that will last me through most of my retirement years... when I will actually have time to read them.

Occasionally I find a real treasure amongst the junk of others. I buy it with excitement in knowing that it did not cost me the MSRP of $14.99 but instead a mere fifty cents. HA!

After the thrift store hours have passed I move on to the drug and discount stores where the real work of shopping for six on a tight budget begins. I also get around to any other miscellaneous businesses where I have errands to run. Last on my list of stops is the grocery store. I walk up and down every isle even if I know I don't need anything in it. I'm just lookin'. This is me time...I'll do what I want.

This Fridays adventures in solitude included dropping off applications to various businesses. I did that first then paid homage to the Salvation Army. Do you know what was on their window?

HELP WANTED

I sort of wanted to inquire... me working at a thrift store would be like a dream come true...

DON'T ROLL YOUR EYES!

...but I lost my train of thought somewhere between a pile of books and a stack of board games and forgot to get an application. I had thought about it before, working there, but the hours didn't seem to fit my schedule.

When I got home I told My Love about the sign at the Salvation Army. He seemed to think that if I could land a late afternoon/evening position 2-3 days a week that we could make it work.

I was like...


I'm going in to get that job tomorrow (Saturday). Please pray with me that the position/hours will match what I have available. The Salvation Army really is one place I wouldn't mind working. I'm not looking to get rich, just pay for some ballet lessons and maybe some soccer for the boy. It's better than all the grease pits I applied at today... just no one else is hiring.

Speaking of which (getting rich), if you haven't noticed already, I have placed some of those nifty ads onto my bloggypoo. Right now they are in my sidebar but they may move later on. If you have the time I would really appreciate a hearty 'click' on the ol' ad there. I'm not sure how it will pan out but ya never know.

Thanks for hearing me out.

God Bless!