What [My] Saturday Mornings Are Made For

It’s inevitable.

Every Saturday morning, I have all these grandiose plans of a jammed-packed day filled with crossing off all the activities that I can’t do during the work week: making brunch (or meeting up with friends for brunch), trekking down to Findlay Market, working out in a park, strolling through a museum art exhibit, thrift shopping, scenic car rides to nowhere in particular, enjoying the unseasonably gorgeous weather, et cetera, et cetera…

And while I manage to cross off making brunch, all I want to do afterwards, is curl up on the couch, still in my PJs, catch up on my TV shows, movies and the sleep that I lost during the past five days.

I’ve lost many Saturday morning this way and I often feel guilty about it, especially when I see all my friends’ updates and check-ins of all their Saturday activities around town.

But just as I’m about to get my lazy ass off the couch, a scenario like this unfolds…

Fiona jumps onto either my chest or the couch and wants to play…

… and before I even know what happened, my stomach hurts from laughing so much at her crazy antics and facial expressions, and literally, hours have gone by.

And that’s when I don’t feel guilty about not leaving the house, since I was part of Fiona’s grandiose Saturday’s plans:

Catching up on play time that she wasn’t able to have with me the past five days.

Because if I had left the house, I would’ve missed all this craziness that I like to refer to as my “fur therapy.”

This is what Saturday mornings are all about for me, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

~ by Maureen on January 7, 2012.

2 Responses to “What [My] Saturday Mornings Are Made For”

  1. I love this post! I used to feel guilty because I love to spending my weekends catchig up with me, making recipes, crafts and fixing my house but this is my haven!

  2. thanks andi! go you! keep embracing your me in your haven!

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