There is something about the weekends that cause me to fantasize about Saturday and Sunday starting as early as Monday morning. And that makes me wonder what is it about the weekends that makes them so incredibly desirable. Is it that, for the most part, that we can sleep in? That we don’t have to report to our jobs? That we are free to do what it is that we want to do?
Over the two days that comprise the weekend is when I can complete the most amount of self-care. Sleeping in is one of my favorite things to do. I am all nice and snuggly on my super soft bed with my warm comforter and throw blanket and usually a large 20-pound feline lying next to me. To know that I don’t have to be somewhere at a certain time makes me feel free.
The ability to have an incredibly lengthy morning wake up process, lounging in my pajamas for hours that at times surpass the morning hours, is heavenly. We typically have larger breakfasts on the weekends. I’ve lost count the times I have woken up to the smell of banana pancakes and bacon on any given Saturday and Sunday morning.
The fact that on most weekends, I get to see all my family. During the week, we all have varying schedules and different report times, and me being the sleepy head that I am, there are mornings when I am not able to see both of my children, and even my spouse in the morning. But on the weekends, that is not the case. I not only get to see them, but I get to be lazy with them.
Several times a month, the weekend includes a lengthy hike. What makes the hike even more enjoyable is that we don’t have any where that we need to be. There is no rush, no hustle and bustle, there is just being in the place that we are, doing what it is that we so desire to do.
Crafting in the form of painting, making wreaths or baking and decorating cakes have been something that has taken up several hours on a given weekend day. Having my creativeness back alive within my body has been such a pleasant gift. I get lost in what I am doing and can forget all that usually fills my head, there is not stress, no worries, just pure enjoyment in creating something out of nothing.
The weekends for me are blank canvases. I can do what it is that I please, when I feel the need, for as long as I so desire. And those are the reasons that I long for the weekend. To be unrestrained from the stress, hustle and bustle and constant movement that’s present Monday through Friday, is such a welcome change to the pace that I have become accustomed to.
Now to get back to the cakes that are baking in the oven and the icing that is waiting to be made… Happy Sunday!