When husband lets me sleep in on the weekends it's the best thing ever. By sleeping in, I mean til 8:00 a.m. My high school self is scoffing at me. Just the extra hour or two of sleep I get is the best present. Thank you, husband!
And where I found him later. Saturdays are for sleeping.
Except for one little boy who's proclaiming, "mamamamama" while bouncing vigorously in his crib. It's a wonder that thing hasn't broke yet.