The Best Part of the Weekend

The best part of the weekend is not sleeping in on Saturday. It is not the ability to take a breath in between tasks. The best part of the weekend is not the "extra" time to go grocery shopping or to prep for the week or to take care of yard work. It is not the ability to catch up on TV, or, say, to eat pizza on the couch and watch How to Train Your Dragon (<--- which we may or may not have done last night).

No.

The best part is getting home, exhausted, on a Friday afternoon and shucking into my pj's as soon as I walk through the door. It's crawling into bed with a good (albeit required homework) book, and lazing away the afternoon in silence.

The best part is getting to read leisurely. In total physical comfort. And in silence. It's being able to stop and stare at the wall for minutes at a time. Or take a nap for an hour. Or two. Or three.

With the entire weekend laid out before me.