I have good intentions on Friday evenings. I think I will get up on Saturday and do laundry and clean the house and do the grocery shopping and I don't know, maybe some rocket science in my spare moments. And then I realize I have a free day with hours stretching out before me, and the whole family is kind of zonked out from the week, and I make some king of half-assed breakfast and lounge around in the living room playing with the kids and then I look up and it's 11:30 and no one has dressed or bathed or brushed their teeth.
And then we get ourselves together and hike on out into the world:
And it is a perfect late autumn day. The laundry can wait another day.