The weekend approacheth...

Ever since I became a mom and a freelance writer, weekends totally changed in character. No more leisurely mornings of sleeping in. No more lounging all day with the Sunday paper. In fact, weekends have begun to feel strangely just like every other day.

My daughter is an early bird. So, bright and shiny, she wakes me up -- at the same time as she does on the weekdays. Go figure. And, just like on those "work" days, I stagger downstairs and procure juice and Sesame Street and toaster waffles.

Then, of course there are my freelance projects. I frequently need the time on weekends - when my husband is home to help with the little one - to actually do my freelance writing. I have some time during the week, but it is much easier to get a block of time at the computer, uninterrupted on the weekend.

Occasionally, I ignore the pile of assignments on my desk and we head to the beach, but that is the exception and not the rule. Hopefully, I can do some of each this weekend.