This was the title of a book I thought I should write when I was a new Mum struggling with the 24 hour, 7 day a week demands of a new baby. Things just churned relentlessly onward day after day with no difference in the routine of feeds and nappies and sleepless nights.<br />
In my former life as a school teacher I had looked forward to Fridays (although not last lesson!) and the promise of weekends with sport and church and relaxation if there wasn't heaps of marking to do. Now home with a tiny baby, there was no familiar weekly rhythm. Just more of the same day after day.<br />
Later when there were three children and a demanding mix of activities to fill my weeks, Saturday was the day to sleep in. During the week I got up to our children in the night (3 or 4 or more times a night until they were 2 or 3). But on Saturdays David got up and made breakfast - green pikelets anyone) and I slept till 10am. Bliss!<br />
The circle continues to turn and now unemployed (or semi-retired) I can sleep in most any day. Somehow it doesn't have the same appeal. And we're back to 'No Weekends'.
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