Last weekend we went to five lacrosse games and a track meet. We had dinner with my parents one night and Brian's parents another night. We tidied up the garage, cleaned and ran other misc. errands. It got me thinking... where did those restful, peaceful , do-nothing weekends go? Do they still exist?
I remember a time when a week meant I went to school long hours and worked my internship. The week was stressful but then the weekend rolled around. It meant sleeping in late, catching up on bills and errands and cleaning. It meant going out on Friday AND Saturday night with our friends. Weekends replenished me. They filled me up so I had enough fuel for the long weeks.
Now, as a parent, I wake every Saturday at 6:30am. I am met with tiny people who still expect me to give them milk and feed them breakfast and help change their clothes. Their idea of "going out" is dinner at Chipotle. Their idea of sleeping in is 6:45. My weekends are messy (since we're all home) and draining (since we have a million things to get done) and not exactly refueling. By the time Sunday rolls around I am more exhausted than I was on Friday. There are even weekends where I long for the ritual of sending my children off to school come Monday.
Will those refueling days ever return? Will older children mean more relaxing weekends? I am guessing not. I figure older children probably mean more driving around and things to do. At least I can dream. :D