At age 20: Recovering from the night before. Drinking a lot of water and trying to quell the headache.
At age 30: Sleeping in. Coffee and crossword puzzles in bed with Husband.
At age 40: Getting up to my hungry baby and my entertain-me toddler.
Now (not 50, but I don’t want to hang on to this post until then): Suiting up for Zumba. Sneaking in some writing time while my kids watch cartoons (nothing as good as Land of the Lost and Schoolhouse Rock!) and Husband makes me coffee.
What are your Saturday mornings like? How were they different in your previous eras?