It’s funny when I have to play catch-up on entries and write days back-to-back, because if yesterday was perfectly aligned to give me the time and head space I needed, today was the opposite. Sometimes, Fridays are more like the start of a weekend than the end of a week, days that feel languid and free. Today, it was not that. I’d driven all over Evergreen, run to the grocery store, and taken a work phone call before noon, because that was the timing that worked for everyone else. The definition of motherhood is, “Oh, okay, whatever works for everyone else.” That is not a complaint, just a statement of fact.

The clouds were heavy today, drawing a strange line and light over town. It sort of felt like the day was closing in, and I realized that, all week long, I couldn’t keep straight where I was in time. Maybe Friday just wanted to make itself known.

We had friends over for pizza night. They brought apple juice and hair tinsel, so while the dads made pizzas to meet everyone’s dietary needs and requests, the mom’s strung glitter into the kids’ hair—which is a very, very Friday thing to do, thus concluding my confusion.