Friday.  The end of another work week. The beginning of the weekend.  It’s bitter-sweet.  I’ll tell you why. Perhaps you can already guess.

By the end of the work week, I am tired.  I am tired of listening to other people’s problems. I am tired of my seemingly endless Inbox of labs, ultrasounds, mammograms, and consult letters.  I am tired of doing paps and telling people they have the common cold.

On the other hand, generally at the end of the week, I am relieved that I didn’t have to give anyone any bad news.  I have a fairly young, healthy practice, so it’s not all that common that bad things happen.  This week,  I confirmed 3 new pregnancies and met 1 new, beautiful little boy.

I look forward to a quiet weekend.  We’ll probably take the kids to the local park, play games in the basement.  Inevitably, there will be a few “time outs”, I’ll get frustrated and wish I was at the office.  By Sunday night, I am usually ready to go back to work.  Staying home with the kids is just not my thing. I’m often more tired on Sunday night than I am Fridays!  The kids wear me out!  By Sunday night, all the things that bugged me by the end of the previous week seem easy to handle again.  I suppose that’s a good thing.

Cheers everyone!  Have a great weekend.