I can't remember the last time I woke up with a "Yay, it's the weekend". Why on earth would I? It's not like the kids decide to sleep in until 10am or wake up and think oh look at mum peacefully sleeping, I'm just going to creep downstairs, quietly watch TV and wait patiently for breakfast. Hubby snuggles in closely... yeah like that's happening. How about you get up and bring me breakfast and a coffee like the rare breed I see pop up on Instagram. They make me sick yet I'm completely jealous inside. If you scored one of these guys, kudos to you!
So back to Saturday the 7th day of the week or 6th if you prefer. I must admit, there are a few changes than our Monday to Friday rituals. I get to be out the door earlier because someone decided to make kids Saturday sport as soon as the sun rose. In less than half a day my house has gone from clean and tidy to post tornado, which still baffles me. I actually see it as a talent for three children and one MALE adult to be able to change outfits four times so they can create bedroom ground cover, push over chairs and pull out every toy and DVD in the house. I guess, 'it's Saturday' is the only logical explanation.
The weekend, a time of rest. Where any type of physical chore is just too much for one to manage. Arms no longer work to open the bin cupboard and put rubbish in. The bench above is even a bit of a stretch. Where it is easier to throw dirty washing at the basket in hopes the lid will miraculously lift and the clothes will put themselves in. The pantry that was filled 24 hours ago suddenly has absolutely no food in it and everyone is about to starve. How exciting, I get to go grocery shopping again and on a Saturday with the rest of Sydney!
Is it really that much of a surprise to want to nap in the afternoon for 20 minutes or watch a movie. Can't I go have a coffee by myself at a cafe and overhear how awesome last night's party was or how tired the single 20 year old is on the table next to me? Poor thing, must be hard inflicting no sleep on yourself and making your own choice to wake up early.
Why am I so exhausted? It's not like I have worked all week, I have looked after the kids, walked around the shops, met a friend for coffee, gone to mum's group, right?
Happy weekend mummas, I get ya xx