For the last 2 1/2 years, Saturday has meant school work. I start out making sure I have everything done and then inevitably realize that I did not do enough during the week. Then, I panic and think "How on earth am I going to get all of this done? I don't want to ignore my kid, I'm a bad mom". Next, I realize that Saturday is Dave's day off. "Dave, It's Saturday and I have homework. You need to spend the day with Kimmie. It's your only real time with her so find something to do with her that doesn't involve sitting 50 feet away from me doing homework and watching TV or arguing". For the next 3 to 9 hours, I grump at everyone in that 50 foot range (please remember that in Step 3, I have asked them to find something to do outside of that range) and feel like the world is going to end if I don't finish whatever it is that I have to do. Step 5 usually involves a cigarette and wondering why I don't drink more. Step 6 is finishing all my work and feeling massively accomplished, while still feeling guilt about waiting until Saturday. Step 7? Vow to do more during the week.
The next 12 Saturdays are going to be strange until I start school again. I'll learn to adjust. It's a rough job, but somebody has to take a break from school.