I hear you…I really do. Each day you’ve been busting a gut to get breakfast on the table in time, to get out the door in time, to get to your littles to day care, school ectetera on time…
You’ve squeezed in work, cooking, laundry, chores into every nook and cranny of your life during the week (and not complained even a peep!). And you get to the weekend and you hope maybe, just maybe, you can all have a nice time together, without being on crazy fast forward mode.
You hope that maybe, just maybe, you can all have some quality time, laughing and smiling, and enjoying each other’s company.
Oh ho ho didn’t anyway tell you life isn’t that sweet?
Yes you’ve ploughed through five days of grind in the hope that you’ll be met with all those worthwhile parenting moments that they sell to you in the ads.
Instead you get the muffins you bust a gut to bake on your Friday night when should have been blobbing in front of Netflix thrown back in your face with a massive YUCK at 8am in the morning.
The promise of quality time gets thwarted by the lure of Paw Patrol because let’s face it…Chase and Rider are wayyyy more exciting than your lamo antics.
You negotiate an hour full of traffic and three potential road accidents just to go and watch something at the Saturday morning kids screening which your sproglet condemns within a minute of the film running. FML.
And between it all every scenario is glued together with waterfalls of whining, buckets of moaning and no matter how much you try to fill up their emotional cup it seems the cup is leaking and yours is smashed and broken on the floor.
And it’s not even lunchtime yet.
You feel like the biggest loser in life, as you for the umpteenth time question why you have opened yourself up to such torment otherwise known as parenthood as every delicious expectation of the weekend is chewed up and spat in your face. What were you thinking when you signed the agreement that traded in eggs benny in bed for this???! Cue onslaught of guilt and ungratefulness for even having that thought.
Lets face it – it is no wonder that most parents look forward to the weekdays when the weekends look like this is it?
So don’t beat yourselves up dear reader.
Weekends are now just another part of the messy greasy tangle of parenting in which we are all caught up in. We don’t own this, we just have to battle on through it. Weekends as a parent are no different to a weekday just because the word happens to finish with ‘end’. Where you really fooled? Oh dear – yet another harsh reality from our dear old friend parenthood and a little reminder to bring those expectations WAY down ok?
What else is left to be said aside from – brace yourself, the weekend is only a few days away!
Love from yours,
A fellow weekend lamenting parent
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