We commonly get up late on the weekend. I have only just now finished cleaning up and come to my computer where I am writing this post.

However, when I knocked on Katie's bedroom door and then opened it to suggest that it was time to get up and go get lunch, I found her with her head face down at the foot of the bed, which was followed by a moan.

"It's Saturday."

"Yes, and it's twenty to twelve. Time to get up and get lunch."

My older girl is still a night owl...