Why can't every weekend be a weekend?

At my job, I'm required to work almost every Saturday. The last Saturday I had off was when Hubby and I went away to New York. This weekend was the only Saturday I had off in October. I only work until 1pm on Saturdays, but boy.....does it make a difference! Having just Saturday afternoon and Sunday off makes for a very short weekend. It makes me thankful for my "real" weekends. Hubby and I went out on Saturday for breakfast at our favorite place, Parker's Maple Barn. It's about an hour from our house, so we only go once every couple months or so. Going so infrequently makes it seem like such a treat! Our excuse is usually that we need to buy more maple syrup. Whatever works, ya know? Then we went to visit my parents for the afternoon. It was so warm in New Hampshire (70 degrees!) that we sat out on their porch. And of course on Saturday night we went out trick-or-treating with Emily. Sunday we got up late - despite the time change for daylight savings time - and went over to my brother's house for a belated birthday dinner for Hubby. My sister-in-law made some very delicious stuffed shells, meatballs and sausage, a salad and some very nice bread. A chocolate cake topped it off. We spent a nice afternoon chatting about everything under the sun. We came home....I read the Sunday paper.....and watched Amazing Race. ( I wish the married couple had gotten eliminated....she's such a *itch and she doesn't deserve him). It wasn't so bad going back to work today after such a nice weekend.