I barely have any time to brush my teeth in the morning, let alone keep up with what day of the week it is. Between spraying out cloth diapers and making sure Humnoy eats lunch, each day is just another day with the same humdrum stuff when you’re a mom to two little kids. For us, our ‘Friday’ is actually on a Saturday and then
our Gym Hottie’s weekend off is Sunday and Monday. For stay-at-home and working moms alike, it makes no difference if it’s a weekend or a weekday, it’s just ‘a day.’ In our home, here’s why I don’t actually have a weekend:
My kids don’t own a calendar They’re kids. They shit and piss in their own pants so what makes the world think that a Friday is what registers in these tiny humans’ radar? It doesn’t therefore I just go along with their own little schedule. Their calendar is pretty much consistent: every day is Cryday.
My husband is an extra kid At least with him being gone at work five days of the week, I just have to worry about the kids during the day. When he’s home, GH is another mouth to feed and cleanup trail to tend to so it’s actually more work. Instead of just a family dinner like workdays, it’s breakfast and lunch too. Lets not forget another body to repeatedly ask demands and to just be ignored. Men.
Chores await you, always Just don’t even think about sitting down to relax because there’s always, always something that needs to be done. When you do have a co-parent on standby, you find yourself tending to neglected chores because that’s seizing the moment. No matter how accomplished I feel by tackling Mt. Vesuvius of breastmilk poo stains or clearing the dishes after two days of sitting in the washer, there’s at least two untended chores to every accomplishment. I might as well wear roller skates around the house because I just feel I’m always taking the next order.
Too tired to function socially Weekends are for warriors, right? I lived for the weekend in my pre-kid life. Hell, I actually lived for Thursday-Sunday but because I was a drunkard. Weekend is the time to be out and see people and be places. No. I’m too tired to get dressed for the public and sure as hell don’t want to be around people on three hours of straight sleep. When GH does let me sleep in on his days off, I just lay there because I can and should. Being social with at least one other adult suits me fine nowadays and GH seems fine with that or is really good at pretending to listen to me.
To all the moms, who stay in on the weekends now either by choice or because you have no clean clothes to wear, you’re not alone. Motherhood doesn’t discriminate on downtime, what a bitch so take whatever free second we have and do something for ourselves. Post a status update, eat a piece of chocolate, put a coat of mascara on, whatever— You deserve it, any day of the week.
What do you usually do on weekends?
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