Weekends can be strange little storms, can’t they? The pace of the week doesn’t slow, it shifts. The laundry pile grows. The schedule fills. The house, somehow, still needs cleaning. The nap and sleep schedules are more easily interrupted. And if we’re not careful, we can roll right into Monday with tired hands, a weary heart, and on top of it all, some mom-guilt because you forgot to wash your husband’s work pants.