Wow, I swear I'm not regressing to my teenage years. I really don't know why that phrase is fitting but I can't explain it any other way. Fridays and Saturdays are super happy for me. Even when I was going through the really bad depression, Fridays and Saturdays were still relatively good. Everyone loves weekends but I really LOVE weekends.
Friday and Saturday mornings, there's no need for alarm clocks for the most part. Both hubbie and I wake up without an alarm and we get snuggle time. Just laying there waking up together starts my days off so much better. Fridays are also my weekly lunch dates with my father-in-law. He's diabetic and has lost a leg due to diabetes. As of yet, he doesn't have a vehicle he can drive so I run him to his weekly diabetic appointment and then we grab lunch somewhere. We usually eat in the car just because it's easier for him than running in everywhere as he's in a wheelchair whenever he has to go more than a few feet with his cane. Just being able to talk with someone familiar outside my household is really nice for me. Every other Friday, we also pickup Shalyn to have her for the weekend. Having the house full of kid stuff, laughter and yes, childish bickering just fills my heart. I also try to find fun stuff for them to do over the weekend so that they're entertained by more than electronics.
Saturdays are nice sleep in days and full of fun, household chores and family time. Yes, household chores make me happy. We have a small house full of a lot of people which makes it so hard to keep everything in its place. So getting the house back in order after a busy week makes my OCD self very happy. We snuggle on the couch in our jammies, we bake, we clean, we watch movies as a family. There's just nothing better!
I'm off to fold socks that we've been throwing in a sock bin all week, in my jammies of course! Have a terrific weekend.