Saturday morning feel a bit strange in our house, recently I changed my hours at Monsoon to concentrate on my own businesses and this change means I no longer work on weekends. Now as someone who's worked in retail since I was 15; weekends off were something to be dreamed about, booked off in advanced, for a reason and to be used wisely. Hence now I feel at a loose end given a Saturday morning of non rushing with the children, cartoons in the background and still wearing slippers at 9am. Don't get me wrong I still use the weekends wisely, they are now the time to clean, wash school uniforms, tidy a week of mess and organise.
Our morning was quickly over in small measures of joy and new things to see, but every morning seems that way with children, and you never truly seem to have a routine.