I love Saturdays. Sometimes I wish I could play a character similar to Bill Murray in Ground Hog Day and continually wake up to Saturday morning.
It doesn't matter that I get up the ungodly hour of 3:30 a.m. because it's Saturday. I have the option to nap later if I choose.
I run and train for my marathon with my running friends on Saturday and share a camaraderie that is difficult to explain to others. It gives me so much joy and makes whatever stress I'm feeling manageable.
I can stop at Starbucks and drive the speed limit because I'm not in a hurry. There are no rush hour traffic jams because it's Saturday.
I can shower when I want and make up is optional. A tank and my yoga pants are my staple on Saturday afternoons.
There are no meals need that to be quickly prepared or lunches that need to be packed on Saturday.
There are simple chores around the house that need to be done, but no one is there to evaluate how effectively I'm folding underwear or washing a glass on Saturday.
I can spend Saturday afternoon blogging or tweeting or facebooking if I choose or make my weekly visit to the library with my son. If we're not done with some books, there are no deadlines, we just simply renew them until next Saturday.
We can make dinner or call an audible and dine out on Saturday. It doesn't matter as long as we share a meal together.
We can watch a movie, go out with friends, build Lego's, play games or read a book on Saturday evening. There are no definitive plans and enjoyment is the common denominator in any activity we select.
I can drink a glass of wine or two on Saturday evening. Perhaps a mimosa if I'm out.
I can stay up as late I was want or check in early on Saturday night and hopefully, I'll wake up and do it all over again.