Weekends are funny things when you only work (for money) part time. The reality is, I have every Wednesday, Thursday morning, Friday, Saturday and Sunday "off" to do with what I will. But there is just something about a weekend. The way Saturday arrives lazily...even if you are up at the crack of dawn with a two year old and your husband has to go to work...it eases in, slow and steady.
Maybe its the years of 9 to 5, Monday to Friday, that make the Saturday and Sunday feeling too hard to shake. Maybe its the proliferation of friends that pop by for a cuppa on a weekend, making the whole 2 days feel rather celebratory. I don't know what it is, but I like it!
Pajamas stay on just a bit longer. Breakfast is a bit more extravagant.
Not to mention all the playing that can happen when a week's work lays behind: