It might seem like my life is an endless series of Saturdays but it's not. I believe if I'm not going to go out and work at a job, I should treat my job as a wife, mother and homemaker as I would a work-outside-the-home job. So I get up when my oldest gets up to get ready for school. I have a schedule that I try to follow to accomplish daily, weekly, monthly, quarterly, semi-annual and annual tasks. I also have lists for church stuff, house projects, sewing projects, scrapbook projects, organizing projects and the list of lists goes on. I admit that I don't get things done on my lists as often as I should or would like. Often that is because my two little boys (AD and NW) at home demand a lot of my attention. I try to remember that my primary responsibility is to be their mom and that all too soon, they'll be older and more independent and not need me so much. So I am trying to cherish this time I have now with them.
Back to Saturdays. Saturday is my "day off". Sort of. I still have to cook meals and clean up after them. I still have to tidy my house. But I try to do just what *has* to be done so we can enjoy the day together. My husband and school-age children are at home so we have that time together. This past fall our Saturdays were spent going to soccer games. We also had some other fun times together.
I am grateful for Saturdays, for the time it gives us to come together as a family for the weekend and to do fun stuff together.
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