The daily grind can grind so much there's often not much left for the weekend: all we can do is get off the meat grinder and rest, before getting back on. When Saturday morning comes, it takes time to swap out "go-to-work" for "you-don't-have-anywhere-to-be" in your brain. The reboot process takes 6 phases:
Your first thought every day is getting to the first item on your checklist. On Saturday there is no checklist, but your mind doesn't know that right away. "Where am I supposed to be? What do I need to do ... Why can't I remember?!" My heart never pounds faster than on Saturday morning.
There is no way it's really Saturday. Better to believe it's Thursday and not be disappointed than to think it's Saturday and be heartbroken. Chances are you're still reeling a little from step 1. Saturday could have been yesterday for all you know.
Check the phone ... Check the calendar ... Yes, it's definitely Saturday (although, you'll second-guess that for a while yet). You don't want to get overly excited at this point; just rein it in a little. It's only a Saturday after all. You're an adult.
Before anything else happens, the official realization that it is Saturday washes over your senses, and paralyzing relaxation seeps into your bones. It's something like lowering yourself into a hot tub with a built-in, never-ending chocolate fountain.
Suddenly Saturday fever becomes too much, and you burst into flames, "I could run a marathon! Two marathons! Eat all the dessert I ever wanted, travel the world, I AM IMMORTAL!!"
Get out the fire extinguisher, Pepper Jack; you're not going anywhere. Let's be brutally honest: all we ever want to do on the weekend is sleep. And, despite how far society has advanced, no day trip, shopping spree or other gripping activity can actually top a nap. Go back to bed unashamed; Monday will come all too soon.