Friday is MY day. My day to do whatever I want, for the 6 hours E is at daycare (I put her in for a short day on Fridays). And what I want, usually goes a little something like this...
Breakfast and coffee out somewhere I can't go with a small person in tow - at a relaxed and leisurely pace...
Quinoa and coconut Bircher with rhubarb and strawberries, courtesy of the new Humber bar - awesome spot, not one to take the teeny human though!
It wouldn't be a Friday without a trip to the produce markets in the mall. My opportunity to stock up on fresh, seasonal goodies. Usually with my gorgeous mum in tow, this week I was lucky enough to have her AND my nana - three generations out for brekky and a shop! Perfect.
Friday laundry day is my chance to wash all the bedsheets - is there anything more blissful than clean, sunshine-dried sheets? Even though we live in an apartment, an outdoor clothesline is a non-negotiable for me.
Friday is also my meal-planning and prep day. This week, I stewed up some fruit for our breakfast porridge...
Made some herbed rye breadcrumbs in the trusty Kitchenaid and used them to crumb some chicken breast and make about four dozen mini meatballs, which I froze. Having dinner prepped and ready to go is essential when I get home after work with a seriously hangry toddler!
I also have the luxury of a nice big clean of the house, which is a near impossibility when the kiddo is home. Our place is small enough that anything noisy done while she naps is sure to wake her - and when she's awake, there's just no chance! Her favourite game is following me around and switching off the vacuum when I'm not looking, then running away while laughing hysterically. Why can't she be scared of the vacuum like normal kids?!
Throw in the chance to take a yoga or ballet class, or go for a quiet walk, and you've got my ideal Friday. With a husband who works long hours and often weekends, that one day is a little investment in my sanity and the smooth running of our household. Priceless!