its Sunday, What happened to Friday?

I was well on my way to work this morning when I realized that I had missed saying anything about last Friday. I really hate it when I get interested in following something and ....WHAT...where did it go. So I will try to back up two days and talk a little about Friday.....
Lets see it was nice, and it was hot and I......heck what is the use I'm lucky if I remember what I had for dinner last night much less what happened two days ago.
So lets talk about Sunday. It was nice and it was hot and....I had to work, got off on time, had a great dinner, took Judy for an ice cream, took a short drive by the lake and noticed that there was very little activity out on the water. Just about then I noticed tears in my Judy's eyes and I immediately wondered if I had mindlessly said the wrong thing, or forgot an important event in our 22 years that happened on August 16th, the tears were running down her cheeks when I finally got the nerve to ask, "Honey, what is wrong?" The answer was a surprise, almost to much of one because the relief of me not being responsible for the water works was so great that I had to immediately stifle a giggle of belly injuring proportions. " The kids are returning to school, this is a terrible week, it always has been, I hate going back to school time." My loving wife went on to tell how she hated seeing the grand kids return to school because she knew that our chances of seeing them anymore this summer were really reduced. I thought that it meant that we would not have to contend with so many jet skies, or idiots low on gas and full of beer coming into the cove to get gas at the marina.
According to Judy it has always been a sad time cause when our kids were growing up she always missed them so bad when they got on the bus. Me I was thinking that I was relieved when they got on the bus, that meant I had time to clean the boat, fix my tangled fishing gear and get the tackle box ready for the fall bite. Judy said she would mope around looking from room to room wishing they were home so she could play with them. Me I knew I would wander from room to room looking for my plastic worms, missing tools and everything else small boys can procure from my car, workshop and boat. She said she would cry cause she missed them so bad, I'll admit I cried a little too when I discovered that they had used my $25.00 spool of spider wire line to cut up into strings for pony bead bracelets and necklaces, or when that package of one of a kind, catch a lot of bass, worms was left on the window sill and they had melted together. Or the tool kit with all of metric sockets missing turned up in the back yard, I found them as the mower spit them into the neighbors yard. Lets not forget the hammer with the mud caked around it and rusted, the saw with the bent blade and my personal favorite, the blade that was bent on the pocket knife I had carried as a kid. Yes tears rolled down my cheeks as I thought of these things and about that time the big yellow bus went past us going the other way....Sorry Judy, the Lord designed back to school time in order to preserve the human race.