I don’t care whether you work in or out of the home, if you’re managing a busy family the weekend is anything but relaxing. One of the most depressing moments of the week is that point on Saturday when I realize that I need to fill the seemingly endless stretch of hours before me with laundry and other yucky chores. I don’t know why, but it always seems like a surprise. After all these years of kids and working on my own, I still have that TGIF mentality that says on Friday the work week is over and I’m free to relax.
But that is no longer my reality, nor is it for most of the people I know. The days run one into another at breathless pace. Here’s what reality looks like to me these days:
- My house is full of children who don’t belong to me. They come and go at a dizzying rate. And they eat my food.
- I can do an entire load of red laundry and another that’s entirely yellow and green.
- I run out of milk every half day or so, and when I go to buy more…
- The checkout guy at Trader Joe’s says to me, “Do you realize you buy two of everything? Is that intentional?”
- My neighbors comment on how often I drive up and down the street.
- My schedule is more crammed than ever, but in addition to work meetings it’s full of items like “cats in for shots” and “orthodontist consult”.
- (And by the way, I had to make a budgetary choice between a year of braces for my kid and having a cat’s tooth pulled – roughly the same cost. Guess what I chose.)
- I have necessary household items, like wine, delivered to my home.
- There’s always someone bleeding around here.
- Sometimes it just doesn’t seem worth my time to take a shower. Or put on clean clothes. I just go to the grocery store, the library, the post office, etc. as is and hope no one I know is there.
- I never, ever notice what I pay to put gas in my car. What’s the point? It’s not like I’m not going to fill up.
- I’ve stopped keeping a to-do list because items on it age out.
- I send my husband off with the CostCo list even though I know the trip will cost twice as much if he goes.
Of course, like everyone. I find many ways to procrastinate on a day like this. Blogging for instance.
What does reality look like to you today? Commiserate with me.