That's what friends are for

Yesterday it was my birthday. It also was the first day of work in Uppsala for Matts, making me a grass widow. And it was the second day with a running nose and fever for Inga. In other words, not really a day for celebration. But then someone rung the doorbell: a friend with a piece of cake for me! Yummy!

Tell me why I don't like Fridays

TGIF

I don't know how many times I have seen these four letters as status lines on Facebook recently. And every time I have wondered what's so great about Fridays? Are Fridays really something to celebrate? Apparently, for many of my FB-friends.

For me, Fridays have been the worst day of the week for almost a year now. Not that Fridays have been terrible or anything, but the last day of caring for my wonderful daughter on my own before Matts comes home from work has been the toughest one most of the weeks since she was born. By the end of the week, I have often been so exhausted that I have burst into tears for pretty much nothing. I do love my daughter of course, but I do need to sleep too...

I remember how amazed my mother was, in the beginning of Inga's life, that I could cope so well with the lack of sleep. My mother knows more than well how dependent I am on sleeping well, and what happens to me if I cannot sleep enough (lots of crying, illness, personality change, eating disorders etc.). Now I know that during the first wonderful weeks, it was all about hormones. Hormones helping me get effective sleep during the short "naps" the nights were divided into. But it all came to an end and I am more or less back to my old, sleep-craving self. And Friday, being the last day of not being able to sleep in or have some time for myself hence became the worst day of the week.

This said, I am so very happy that Matts won't be working a single Friday this month. I might even be able to post "TGIF" on Facebook on Friday...