When I made my Saturday to-do-list it occurred to me I've been making the same list for as long as I remember. Some of this goes back to my childhood I think.
As a child my mother did not work outside the home but still Saturdays were always the same. We spent Saturdays preparing for Sunday. Mother always washed my hair and put it up in bobbie pin curls or pink sponge rollers. She prepared what food she could for the Sunday dinner. We cleaned house on Saturday. She gathered what she could from the garden because she would not be back there before Monday.
Then Sunday came, the longest most boring day of the week. It was church in the morning, Sunday dinner, a nap, read the Sunday paper, then back to church at 6:00 p.m. for Training Union and another worship service. All the stores in town were closed. There was no TV to watch. To this day I hate Sundays.
These days I have no reason to clean house on Saturdays. Why don't I clean house on Monday or Tuesday? It just doesn't seem right. Of course, these days it takes only and hour or so to clean house but still I hang on to doing it on Saturday.
One rule I made for myself when I retired was to stay out of stores on Saturday and Sunday. I figure there's noting more irritating to a busy working person than to get in a log jam in a grocery store aisle while some blue haired woman, or an old man on a cane, read labels. Worse yet is meeting an old person driving a motorized basket through the store. Let workers shop in peace. I can shop during the week.
Sunday is still the longest most boring day of the week for me. I don't do the church thing anymore but still Sunday time drags. These days I can do just about anything on Sunday that I do any other day of the week. Still I hate it.
Do you feel any different about Saturday and Sunday than the other days of the week?