No offense, but when you say "TGIF" to a parent, especially one with young kids, you're basically just having a laugh.
You might as well start wishing them a happy Tuesday.
I'm trying to think of an acronym other than Thank God It's Friday. How about There Goes Independent Freedom, Time-out Gimmie-a-snack Individual-chat Friday or TV-Gaming-Internet Fighter.
Don't get me wrong, I love spending time with my kids, but the only thing that happens on Friday is they ask for a sleepover and hound me for their devices while I use everything in my arsenal to try to keep both of those things from happening.
I just recently had a friend over who also happened to have four kids. TGIF! So we had a drink and spent the remainder of the time trying to have an adult conversation while asking the kids not to use wrestling moves on the trampoline, solve problems using their words and open Go-Gurts. I'm not sure we finished three sentences before there was a little at us for something or a big trying to listen in on our conversation. Next time I suggest we discuss the mating rituals of snails to try and shake them off. It seems they can hear everything when I'm talking to another adult but can't seem to hear me tell them to put on their shoes. Hmmmmm!
The other downfall is that we, in our heads, are still thinking TGIF ourselves. It stems from a long, long time ago in our brains when Friday meant the end of the work week.
Now, Friday means nothing! We will probably have more laundry, more parenting and more food to prep while trying to keep the children from killing each other over the last bag of Cheetos. It does not mean the end of anything for we are living the never-ending story ... or better yet, Groundhog Day in which the only thing that changes is our kids' shoe sizes, like overnight.
And this mentality that stays with us that Friday will somehow be different leads us to plan things that will inevitably leave us exhausted and our kids snarky on Saturday.
So bear with us as we hear you say "TGIF" and wince.
We're not haters, we're realists.
Jen Reekie was born and raised in Quincy and received a communications degree at the University of Kansas, which has come in quite handy as she communicates every day with four children who don't hear a word she says. This stay-at-home mom enjoys the challenge, though, and shares her experiences in this blog, "Mum's the Word." She welcomes your feedback, questions and stories about staying sane while raising kids.