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Your shoes were killing you. You’d been on your feet all day. Meeting, after meeting, after brain-rotting meeting. The sandwich they’d fed you was mostly tomato, and you had to pick it apart to take off the things you didn’t like. You managed to escape before Boring Manager Rob could ask you to work a bit over. Life is a drag from 8:00 to 5:00. Everyone drives two cars on Friday it seems.
But… on Friday afternoons? On Friday afternoon’s you’re Daddy’s for three whole days. You come home and throw yourself into their arms. No more work clothes - only pajamas, or onesies, or a t shirt. No more undies - only diapers, and MAYBE a pull up (if you’d earned it). No more responsibilities - just Daddy’s attention. This was freedom. This is who you are.