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(You clicked it, right. Right.) So. What's up here? I'm very tired, but I'm fine. It's Saturday tomorrow, and my room is tidy, and I'm having a good hair day, and I'm reading good books, and Pinterest exists. Sooo yes, people. Life is good.
My normal school days aren't very interesting - y'know, school isn't interesting. So I won't bother explaining what I do in a normal school day. (As I said, it's boring. And it's tiring.) So I thought I'd tell you how a General Saturday in my life goes. Of course, this is general - because (*everyone duh's*) no two days are the same. For example, tomorrow is going to be a very hectic Saturday. (But hopefully fun.)
So here, voilà, a 'normal' Saturday of mine. I love Saturdays, and welcome into one of mine. :-)
I wake up. Normally because of one of my brothers making noise in some room, or because I just automatically wake up. I can't sleep in, and I don't want to sleep in. Mornings are glorious things - why would you want to miss it? There are things to do! Books to read! Wake up, peeps. :-P
When I wake up, I do my what-you-do-when-you-wake-up-stuff and help my little cute roomate-sister (a five-year-old adorability person called Tabitha - I call her Tabby, or Tibby, or Dorcas, or - don't ask - Prittstick. (No, I shan't explain that.)) with her clothes and so on. Then I go and check all my social media. I read and publish my comments, I delete all my hilariously annoying spam comments, and read e-mail and the-like. I smile at your sweet notes and whisper sentimental thank you's you never hear. :-)
This normally takes about fifteen-minutes, sometimes a little longer/shorter: depending on the amount of emails/comments. After that I 'do' my hair and put in my contact-lenses, and eat breakfast.
After breakfast I have a cuppa tea. Because it's Saturday and there's time to drink tea after breakfast. Yaysies. Then I go and brush my teeth, and I go and brush the teeth of my two little siblings in the blue bathroom. (We have two. The blue one is the Girl's bathroom, and the other bathroom (which has no particular colour) is the boy's bathroom.)
At eight o'clock we normally have Family Prayers. This consists of singing two or three songs around the piano, reading the Bible and praying together. Sometimes we do it a little later or earlier - it all depends on how late my other siblings or parents get out of bed. This normally takes around fifteen minutes, and my day ain't the same without it. :-)
Time for some 'Things-that-must-be-done.' I normally do these things all in the morning, so I have my afternoon free from chores. That's the way to do things, friends. Work first, play later.
First, I tidy and hover my room, 'cos I'm a good girl, I am. Then, I have my piano-lesson. Yes, my dad is my piano teacher. Then I go and play tennis with my dad. (I'm frightfully bad at it, but I need to do some sport, so I do a bit of tennis. It's rather cool. Also, my dad is a brick and doesn't snort at my stupid serving attempts.) Aaaand when I get home I take some fruit to my bedroom and do my French Evening Class Homework. I know, but it must be done.
I'm pretty tired of doing things-that-must-be-done by this time, so I forget all other chores ('Chores.' That word is so American.) and I grab my laptop and Pin some Pins. Also, I comment on blog posts and answer emails or write Goodreads reviews and so on. Then, if I'm a good girl, I write some. I also often write a blog post on Saturday mornings. I do this 1) either on my bed or 2) on the ground. Normally on my bed. :-D
Time for lunch. One of my siblings will shout this from downstairs. "FOOOOOOOD TIIIIIME!' (Like that. Yeah. Totally like that.)
After lunch, I go and check the mail-box. That's totally something I love doing. Although mostly it's just boring publication stuff. (No, Ikea, I don't want that black sofa. Yes, H&M, I like that pull-over, but I already have three in the same style, so don't tempt me to buy another.) And then I have ONE more thing-that-must-be-done. (I sometimes do this in the morning.) I hoover the down stairs floor - I'm rather good at it, seriously. I'm super good at hoovering floors. :-D
Now my day can really begin. I have no more things-that-must-be-done. I read books, I write, I sometimes go to some shops with my Mum, I nibble on biscuits and drink fizzy water, I just do my hobbies, and I love it. I might do some DIY's, re-arrange my books, or chat with Emma (who wakes up around this time, haha.) Last Saturday Emma and I did a video-call, which was seriously the most fun thing ever. (Emma's impression of 'Jane Austen' in Becoming Jane is SO impeccably spot on. I can't even.)
Needless to say, my Saturday afternoons flyyy. Time flies on Saturday afternoons - that is a truth universally acknowledged.
And suddenly it's time for supper. (This is also proclaimed in a loud voice by one of my siblings.) We almost always have a bread-meal in the evenings, and a hot meal in the afternoon. (Juuuust so you know. (Goodness. This post is unclassily self-absorbed.))
(The timings I set here in this post are rough, by the way. Our meals are often longer than just fifteen minutes. Rest assured.) After supper, I help my mum put the little ones in the bath and all that jazz. I'm rather a professional at making children ready for the night. (The hardest bit is finding ways to persuade them to come out of the bath. "Joseph, if you come out, um, you can play with the little cars." "No. Cars are boring." "Well, bath is boring too." "No, I LIKE it.")
I like to have a long evening in my pyjamas, so I make *my*self ready for the night too. And take a WAAARM bath. Baths are my *one* weakness. (Although my books are calling me. I must get out.)
I tidy my room + read + do social media for a quick half-hour.
We have our evening Family Prayers at roughly this time. Very similar to the one in the morning - about fifteen minutes.
After that some of my younger siblings go to bed. Ah, it's seven o'clock, time for a good ol' movie. These last weeks/months it's been Lark Rise to Candleford. Ah, we all love our daily episodes. We're currently half-way through season three. Many of us snuggle on the sofas and watch good BBC drama. (And yes people, I've met Daniel Parish. He is very Cool. Um, no, that's not the best word I could think of. Hello. I love his exciting smile - it's so adorable.) Also MINNIE AND ALFIE CUTENESS ALORE.
The Lark Rise episode is over, and I go up into my bed. The room is dark, because my little sister is (supposed to be) sleeping. I'm in the yellow glow of my little bed-light, with cushions all around me. (Goodness, this sounds so nostalgic when I write it down.) I normally take my laptop in my bed and either chat with Emma or waste my time for a few minutes. And then I finish my day with a good book and the Bible.
I pray and snap the light off. Aaaand dream of all kinds of adorable stuff.
That's a bit of an average Saturday, guys! :-) Did you enjoy this post? Would you like to see a Sunday edition? And is my Saturday a little similar to yours? (Yes, that's quite a few questions. Wait, only three. It's answerable.)
Have a great daight! (That's a mixture of 'day' and 'night', by the way. Because for half of you it's morning, and for the other half of you it's growing towards the night. So daight is a good mixture. I thought. :-P)