Saturday

I'm not really sure whether I like saturdays. When Lewis is at work then saturday is like any other day, but if he is at home then it can become a funny kind of non-day. That's not just because of Lewis. I am torn between embarking on some huge project and getting loads done and sitting and relaxing with my husband and children. I spend the whole week doing school runs and trying to get Lewis off to work on time, so it is nice to just chill and have no deadlines to meet. But then it gets to about 3pm and I've very little and I feel like I have wasted a day which stresses me out!!
It has always been a day I've not really got on with. Saturday was always a day where Mum would just let us do our own thing while she did hers. Quite often lunch would be whatever she could find in the fridge, and I could never be bothered to eat so saturday afternoon often passed with hunger pangs while I waited for Mum to end the saturday strike and start cooking tea. Nothing good was ever on TV on saturday afternoons. I always feel cold and bored on a saturday afternoon unless I am engaged in some major project.
Today would be a great day to get out in the garden, but Nathan has kept us up until 2am while he was being sick, and I just have no inclination to move...at all. However 4pm approaches and that is usually when I get a little bit of energy and stir everyone into action! Yipee bring on 4pm!