I'm going to update more often, I swear. Honest.

So, my Saturday started at 5:30, because dogs do not respect weekends. And I had to obey, because it wasn't Murphy being his Bossy Self this time. It was Sophie, She Who Will Sleep In.  This morning I rolled over and disturbed her, and she sat up, and couldn't get comfortable again. Then the paw started. She pokes me to wake me, and her very child-like technique amuses me. Murphy whines and yips. Sophie uses a paw on my arm: tap-tap.  Then, when I move my arm, she follows it - tap-tap-tap.  Then insistent poking.  If she could say, "Mom! Get UP!" she would.  It's that human-child-like. And I can't ignore her, I know she's for real and must have to go out, because otherwise she's a great sleeping buddy.  Murphy wants to get up because it's daylight.  If Sophie wants to get up, she NEEEDS to get UP NOW, MOM.

I'd stayed up until midnight on Friday. Can't really say why, but anyway, I had 5.5 hours of sleep.  After walking the dogs, I went out for a serious exercise walk - over 3 miles at a brisk pace - according to my delightful iPhone app that GPS tracks me every step of the way, I was doing an 11 to 13 minute mile for most of it. (I did have to pause to dodge a sprinkler that had me cornered between it and a lake, and pause to cross a couple of roads, and had to stop to pet an adorably friendly shih tsu.)

Then I cleaned house all day. 

I felt very virtuous about my exercise and housework, until I saw a Facebook update from a FB friend around my age, a guy, who reported that he'd taken his dogs for a long walk, then took an insanely long bike ride, and then was up on his roof cleaning his gutters, and suddenly a 3 mile walk and housework didn't seem so awe-inspiring.  

I'm still getting used to the normal work week, and clutter builds and the hamper fills.  My daughter spent her day doing the same, and we both agreed we need chore schedules. The weekend shouldn't be all work, even if I do find bringing order out of chaos very satisfying.  I recognize that this is a sick way to define R&R, and need to adjust this.