sniff sniff sniff

It's in the air.

Do you smell it?

The scent of Friday. What does it smell like to you?

I close my eyes and breathe in deep.
I smell ..... smoke.

Yes baby, cigarette smoke.

That is the only thing constant about the weekends. Without fail, I would inhale large amounts of second hand smoke till I am blue in the face. Worse, I won't get enough rest because either Mr Barbie refuses to turn in and insists on watching LOST, OR the moment his head touches the pillow the rumbling symphony begins.

Tell me, how to get a good rest and enjoy the weekend?