I woke up Friday. Today. Every moment of today for me was Friday, which was tough, seeing as it was Thursday. Little things didn’t make sense and I would realize that it was because it was Thursday. I am not exaggerating at all when I tell you that twenty minutes would pass and I would be back, head-to-toe, in Friday. I have no idea why I was so off, for now I am just chanting under my breath, “Tomorrow is Friday, tomorrow is Friday,” lest I somehow forget during the night that I need to get up, dress myself and shuttle the girls off to the sitter’s.

Toward the end of this monumentally, off-kilter day I was at the bank with Sean, Avery was on my shoulders and Briar was at Sean’s side in the ATM vestibule, he was taking cash out. “Did you already cash your check?” I asked him.

He gave me a gentle look, his eyebrows lifting over his eyes, mimicking the shape of his hands when he cups my face and shakes his head because I’ve made a ditzy-from-pregnancy comment. “No, babe, I didn’t, but it’s not Friday so there was no check to cash.”

Luckily, through what I am thinking will probably be an increasingly ditzy pregnancy, I’ve got great knee-high comedic relief in our girls, particularly Briar of late.

She was looking up at us and as Sean took the two $20’s from the slot she said, “Daddy, can I have one? Can I have a money?”

“Not one of these, honey. I’ll give you one of these.” And he slipped a one dollar bill from his wallet and passed it to her.

“Oh, no daddy, not this one. It’s not beautiful. I need beautiful money.”