It’s the freakin weekend baby!

I’m gonna have me some fun.

Well Ok, let’s be honest. I’m probably going to open a bottle of red wine, eat a large bag of exotic flavoured crisps and watch Come Dine with Me.

I’ll even get to stay up late, so by 10:30 I will be raring to go. I’ll flick through the music channels decide none of the new stuff is any good, switch back to the 80’s and 90’s channels and realise that half of that wasn’t any good either – and by about 11:30 I’ll be falling asleep on the sofa.

I’ll still wake up at 6.30am, but with a slight hangover. Ok probably a bad hangover and will spend the morning drinking cups of tea and wishing I hadn’t had that extra glass of wine or two.

We’ll decide we should probably try and get the kids out of the house to do something, rather than let them stagnate in front of their computers all day. There will be a big argument because my daughter thinks forest walks are boring and will go in a huff as soon as we suggest it. Our son will run back up to his room because no-body cares about how he feels and by two o clock it will be too late to really go anywhere.

My daughter will need to be taken to her ridiculously timed theatre class. I mean, 4pm to 6pm on a Saturday???

Then by the time we are home, have an argument about what we are going to have for tea and actually eat, it will be time for The X-Factor. Yipee.

I think I’d better leave Sunday for another blog as I’m starting to look forward to going back to work on Monday already.