In case you weren't already aware, today is Friday. That is, the day after Thursday and the day before Saturday. You know, the one day of the week that the majority of the American workforce is living for? 

I don't live for that day anymore.

I work two days a week. Two. Two long, exhausting, ridiculously coffee-filled 10 hour days. On those days, I am a patient services rep at a specialty pharmacy. Whoopie. But the other five days of the week, those are the days that I look forward to. It's not because I get to sleep in or because I get to lunch with my friends and be lazy indulgent. It's because those are the days that I get to spend at home with my son, talking about world events and important things, like whether giraffes are better than lions. We read a lot - Archer and I are currently reading our way through Roald Dahl's books, while he and daddy are reading their way through Harry Potter. Soon, we'll read Tolkein. I make silly faces and sing songs and inevitably end up with some amount of spit up, drool, or Similac formula on my shirt or pants or some combination of the two. When Archer naps, I pick up the house, plan the week's dinner menu, chat online with my mom friends, and make baby food.

My life now is such a departure from where I thought I would be at 25. I was going to conquer the world. I was going to bake my way through the baking section at Borders. I was going to become Somebody. Now? I'm going to be lucky if I can conquer the weight gain from my pregnancy. I'll more than likely just cook my way through a few baby food cookbooks. And I already am Somebody...I'm Archer's Somebody and that? That's better than anything I could have ever asked for.

I get to go play with that little boy today, but expect to see a few recipes posted over the weekend.