Wednesday… what can I say?
Just the seeing Wednesday come around is enough to bring chills down the spine. If there’s trouble, you know it’s Wednesday. When Wednesday is coming, we prepare ourselves for what might happen.
Someone has drawn on the wall. It’s Wednesday.
Toys have been left scattered over the floor. It’s Wednesday.
A bottle of drink has been spilt. It’s Wednesday.
“Wednesday!” I call out in frustration.
A little face appears from the next room, “Yes, granddaddy?”
I smile at the innocent face, “Granddad needs a hug.”
Wednesday is here. I wouldn’t have it any other way.