I'd go to bed when the birds woke up. After working a full week, it is natural to want to shut down. The weekend is there for that. Instead, however, Saturdays I have to clean up the kitchen. The main difference between women and men, I read once, is that women have to clean up the kitchen before they can think.
Men can think in a mess.
Or maybe they don't think. I cannot tolerate a dirty kitchen. If I meet a friend or go see a movie or show on a Saturday, then my Sunday becomes even more precious. Sunday mornings are for lie-ins, followed by a crepe breakfast and some Bach Toccatas. As the day goes on, I can sense my option nearing expiration.