It's the weekend, which is usually a time to relax and enjoy the fruits of our labours from the week past. Huh, right. The weekend is a time for catching up on all the things we didn't have time to do through the week. The main problem is the list keeps getting longer and the weekends, well, they just stay the same. Fourty eight hours to accomplish what you couldn't in the previous 120. That means groceries, meal planning, cleaning, organizing, laundry, dishes, snow shoveling, gas up the car, sew the ripped shirt, fix the broken earring, clip the cat's toenails, run errands for Mom, call the sister you haven't talked to in a week or more, clip coupons, take a photo of the 18 feet of snow in your driveway and email it to your friend in the southern US, open mail, pay bills, water plants, bake cookies, clean the cat litter, vacuum carpets, work on those winter projects that you never have time to work on, et cetera, et cetera.
Oh and when you're done all that, relax and make a cup of tea, read a book, knit a toque and watch a movie. And if your spouse is around and feeling chatty, talk to them.
Me? I rearranged the furniture in the living room on Saturday afternoon. Then I napped. Weekend accomplished.