Saturday, November 15, 2008
I love you, I love you, I love you Saturday. Really, one can hardly know how much I love Saturday's at present. It might be the most I have ever loved them. During my school days Saturday was always a great break, but usually homework would be hanging over me. When I graduated college and had my first full time job (which Abe told me the other day sounded "kind of boring") Saturdays were a luxury, but Mike worked all day Saturdays so I missed him. (Side note -- my job was boring, but I thought for sure Abe would think it was "cool" when I told him how I worked in a lab testing plant and soil samples. Darn him). The past few years it has been nice to have a Saturday because of Mike's being home, but other than that, the days haven't been drastically different from my normal days of being a mother. But now, oh now, how I love love love them. Here is why: H-O-M-E S-C-H-O-O-L. Friday night I don't have to review any lessons for the next day, then Saturday morning I have no real responsibility. I don't have to make sure we are up and going -- breakfast done, jammies off, hair brushed and doing school. I feel totally guilt free to let them watch cartoons while I lounge lazily on my mom's couch. Mike is home. The kids are so happy I am not trying to teach them anything (and trust me, I'm not). I don't have to prepare lessons that night. We are around family which is pleasant and seems to make it easier to find things to do that don't cost money. It is the best day ever. Yes, I know, I know, I have always loved and still love Sundays. They have probably most consistently been my favorite day, but this perfectly perfect Saturday business is novel at present.