TGIF......or not

Friday...the day of the week everyone looks forward to. My favorite part of the day was always happy hour at our local hang out. We couldn't wait to see who could race out of school the fastest to get there. Being a teacher, a good drink is exactly what you need after a long day at school. But, time has a way of changing things as do children.

My Friday afternoon drinking rituals have long become a thing of the past. Corona with a lime and a few shots, Jimmy Buffet playing in the background, friends all jocking for position at the bar, the weekly gossip flowing and the ease of knowing you have no where to be. Now, I have to rush out of school to pick up my daughter from school. Gymnastic lessons start at 5pm. This would have been the best time at Happy Hour. All your co-workers would be pretty buzzed around this time...considering we would have been drinking since 3pm. Stupid comments, things said and done that might be regretted later, the best laughs of the night...all happen at this magical hour.

Alas, my life has changed. I will be sitting in the bleachers with my sister watching our kids tumble, romp, flip and occasionally smile as they become the next Olympic gymnast hopefuls. Meanwhile, we will be making the earth shattering decision of where to take four kids and three grown-ups to dinner. This by far is a much better happy hour.