Saturday

I just returned home from my nephew's Spring Concert. The idea this year was to celebrate the concept of Saturday. The day of freedom. Somewhat satirically the kids lamented the loss of their Saturday to chores, sports practice, piano lessons and so on. The concert itself was quite amusing. It did however start me thinking...

Saturday has long since ceased to be a relaxing day. No more lounging around till noon in my pajamas watching Power Rangers or He-Man. Instead Saturday has become a day of "catch-up". The day when you can get everything else done that you didn't have time to do throughout the rest of the week. Lucky me, I have a job that allows me every other weekend off. Sounds great, right? I guess in some ways it is. Instead of getting up at 6am (which may be sleeping in to some but is an un-godly hour in my opinion) I inevitably wake at eight. My body figures that no matter what time I hauled my ass home the previous night sleeping past eight is just not right. One plus of not having to rush my morning routine is the idea of enjoying a full pot of coffee. That's right, no more travel mugs. Cup after wonderful, albeit lukewarm, cup awaits me. Then start the guilts. I didn't do any cleaning all week so I guess I should do some now, right? *sigh*

There is cleaning to do and laundry, don't even get me started on laundry. I have a work uniform for crying out loud, where the hell does all this come from? Then there's the running around, the errands. Groceries, appointments etc.

Sometimes when I elect to stay home on Saturday nights I curl up in front of the TV, or stare trance-like at my computer screen, and pray for Monday to come so I can get a break.