Saturday...

After having a child, I've realized that the word "weekend" means very little to me. Sure, it's Saturday and technically the weekend, but I always thought weekend meant "time off". Don't get me wrong, I'm sure that I'm not the first to notice that being a parent is way more than just a full-time job--it just never occured to me until I was the one with no "weekend"... Being a mother to an infant apparently is (or should be) synonymous with losing all track of time. It could be Monday, and for all I know it's Wednesday (not that it's terribly important). Fridays used to be the day I looked forward to, and Saturdays the best days of the week. Now, the best day is the one where the baby sleeps well during naps, and I can watch Oprah uninterrupted; whatever day that may be.