It is another day when the weekend blends into the week, when the line between weekend activities and weekday ones becomes blurred, when I am reminded that, when defining our days, all we can really do is manage the "what is" part of our lives...
I sleep late (well, later), because there are no kids to get off to school, but I dress for work.
I buy groceries, because there is an overlap of our free time, and you
don't miss taking advantage of an overlap in that little Venn diagram of family
I work, because that is how it laid out this week.
I have a little less coffee, but drink it slower, because I am well-rested, but not racing.
I plan for the week, because we all must live by the week to come, even if my "week" has already begun.
I crawl into bed for my end of weekend sleep, even though for me, it is
just another night in a series of days defined by the fact that they simply blend together...