Fridays are really special to me. They are my gentle day at home, when I do homey stuff. Like getting firewood from the woodshed with the wheelbarrow and bringing it to the house. Or starting a big pot of soup for the weekend. And sometimes I have a friend around for a coffee. Or a chat with the chickens. I also put on washing and tidy up for the weekend ahead.
It is the day I catch my breath. It is not the weekend though. When the kids were younger and the house got wrecked over the weekend I used to have this day on Mondays. It was recovery day. For the house and myself!
Every woman needs a day to catch her breath. It is hard to carve out, but so worth it. This weekly quiet day is like a breath of cool fresh air on a hot day.