122 Happy Hour

By 5:30 p.m. on Friday, I am done. The brain stops functioning. The patience runs out. I'm depleted. This Friday was no exception. Before, I could declare happy hour though I needed to endure the dance class wait with an active preschooler which translates into over an hour of constant unrest. I know she looks cute but she can be quite a handful. Here she is wearing her new sunglasses while preparing to jump from a guard rail. Yes, first she was climbing the guard rail, then turning around to jump. Nope...this was not sit-on-the-bench-and-enjoy-a-good-book time for me.


Needless to say, when I finally got home, I declared happy hour!!!

Yes, this photo is completely uninspired but I don't expect greatness on Friday afternoon. And, really, this is what we do on Fridays...sit on the porch with a glass of wine and unwind. Perfect.