What is it about Saturdays? I wake up and I like to sit and drink my coffee while looking out of the window. Saturdays have a different feel to them. When people make plans on Saturdays, I usually go but there is a part of me that goes begrudgingly. In my head I'm like, "Don't you know that Saturdays are sacred to me? Don't you know that I like to wake up and read and drink coffee?" People like to plan stuff for 10:00am and I cry. I know that it will eat up my morning. In my head it takes 5 minutes to get ready. In reality, it takes 2 hours as I talk myself into getting dressed and doing what I have to do. Am I the only one who talks to myself as I get ready?
I like days where there is cleaning done but it is happy cleaning done in sunlight and with music. You clean a little, you sit, you eat. You clean a little, you sit you eat. It gets done little by little with just a little stress thrown in for good measure. I cook weird meals out of the stuff that I find in the fridge and freezer. I don't know why but they always come out delicious to me. My kids like anything home made so... It's a win/win.
Then as the sun fades, we like to be outside and walk to go to the park. Maybe we'll go get a slushie or a drink somewhere. Maybe we'll eat out and find a new favorite place. We don't mind being places in the afternoon. I think it is our Saturday mornings that matter the most.
We will substitute a morning at home for a morning travelling. We like to hike and visit places. We will prep stuff the night before and get everything ready. I don't know if my children are happy or sad when they ask me on Friday night if there is anything that they are doing on Saturday. It's with a mix of both happiness and sadness that they get a calm and peaceful day home.