I've always loved Thursdays, my absolute favorite day. When I worked a normal Mon-Fri job, I loved them because they were the most hopeful day of the week to me. They weren't Fridays where you thought all day long about how you just wish the day was over so your weekend could start. But, Thursdays, you can still be productive and know that the week is almost over, the weekend is at hand, a light at the end of the tunnel. You're past hump day and on the final stretch. I think you catch my drift.
A few years ago I started working at my church and my work week became Sun-Thurs. So, now my love for Thursdays has mixed with the fact that it is now my last day of the week. AND it's rehearsal day for Sunday service. I get to end my week on a day I already loved doing something I love doing - music! There is so much to love about Thursday! As I'm typing this, I'm thinking to myself, "Am seriously blogging about Thursday??? Why, yes. Yes I am." And I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "Well, now wouldn't that make Thursdays like Fridays and now Wednesdays should receive that love that Thursdays have always had?" The answer to that is, "No." Wednesdays will never be to me what Thursdays are (sorry Wednesdays), and Thursdays will never be filled with anxious anticipation the way that Fridays are. I've obviously put a lot of thought into this.... which I'm now sort of ashamed about, and yet, slightly proud.
Okay, so now my son comes into the picture. And I love my son way more than I love Thursdays, which should go without saying, but I'm just saying. Since we have rehearsals on Thursday nights, I don't get home until after he's gone to sleep for the evening. For awhile there it was okay cause he was still doing middle of night feedings and I would still get to see him shortly after I got home from work. However, he's now sleeping totally through the night, which I'm very thankful for. I'm thankful that he sleeps through the night. Except for Thursdays. Now I hate Thursdays. Stupid Thursdays.