Yesterday - a Saturday, mind you - my friend Pixie and I sat on my sofa chatting, snacking and waiting patiently for either Eric to come home or Dylan to wake up so we could continue with our plans for the day (carefully scheduled around Dylan's two nap a day habit. But then the tricky child decided to start the transition to one long afternoon nap...)

I got up to get myself more water, looked around the room at the way the light was cascading across the floor, listened to the sound music playing and noted that "it feels like sunday" - for which I was quickly admonished for Pixie had far too much weekend fun to still have. :^)

But I started thinking, what the hell does that really mean? What do days really "feel" like? Sunday used to mean finish school or work projects and not a lot of play for tomorrow we return to the drudgery of the week. I almost always spent sunday feeling at least a bit panicky. But in books and movies and such, sunday was the day that people kicked back and enjoyed the mellowness of the day.

I used to really like tuesdays in grade school because that was the day we had music class. But that was also the day, muuuuuch later on, when I had to work later than any other day of the week; so I didn't like tuesdays as much anymore. But then, I met up with a new friend who hosted game nights on tuesdays - which made me look forward to them again.

Thursday just always sounded good. Something about the way the word felt when I said it. No real reason I can think of. Same with saturday - except in that case, it was day I could both sleep in and stay up late. :^)

Now, having a toddler and working from home - and Eric having a muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch better schedule than ever before (I see him in daylight ALL THE TIME!!) - the days all sort of flow the same. And I'm not sure if I miss the differences or treasure that every single day can be both something to "dread" and to look forward to.