If you ever find yourself on a three o’clock coffee run at work when you’re older (how many Starbucks’ will there by then??) and you pass a chalkboard sign in front of a bar advertising happy hour from 4-7 p.m., and you say to yourself, a little envious, “who the hell is going to happy hour at 4 o’clock?” I will tell you who: Moms.
Some weeks fly by. Some just need to end.
Four o’clock on a Friday is a perfectly acceptable time to have a glass of wine.
I have one hour to go and counting…
Thank god it’s Friday.