As the poem goes…
Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go,
Fridays’ child works hard for its living,
Saturday’s child is loving and giving,
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
I am a Friday’s child, and I certainly do!