Saturdays and Sundays come round every week and is it just me, or does everyone feel like once they have been dragged out of bed by their youngest child, the typhoon of jobs begin?
Weekends are not a thing to look forward to all week anymore, as they are no longer days to spend resting, relaxing and recharging the batteries. They are now part of a bloody long week that has no end and no beginning!?
I have 6 children, 4 of my own and 2 step-children and I work part-time. On a Saturday hubbie always goes out with one of the boys to the local park run, leaving the other tribe members who couldn’t be ars*d to go slumped on various sofas and chairs with their electronic devices glued to their hands, and with no interest in getting out of the house for fresh air (yes they do find it hilarious that I say ‘fresh air’ and tell me I sound like Grandma).
All they want to do is chat to friends they have been with all week on Snapchat (WTF is that anyway?) or play Minecraft for hours on end (possibly the sh*test computer game ever or what am I missing?)
I look at my mound of washing and ironing and wonder where to begin? A weeks worth of school uniforms/socks/clothes/pants bursting out of the laundry basket muttering my name and screaming ‘Come and clean me you MUG’.
Trying to get teenagers to tidy their rooms and actually bring empty cups/plates/glasses down to the kitchen to be washed is like asking my 4 year old to spell discombobulated (it is never going to happen).
My weekend is mainly spent shouting at various children who don’t listen, and would probably communicate better with Kim Jong-un instead of me.
Saturdays when I was young and childfree were a day of long lay ins and planning what I was going to wear for my night out. Was it really that long ago?
It doesn’t feel like it is, but I suppose at 40 years old it was! I guess it is like when older people say to you life goes by so quickly? I still feel the same as I did in my head when I was 18. Ok slightly wiser and with a less rose tinted idea of the world (and a few grey strands).
So as I start my ironing and think of the endless chores I have to do I wonder what life is about. If I didn’t do all these chores then they would just pile up and no one would have clothes to wear so it’s not as easy as all that to not do it!
Every time I hear one of my boy’s favourite songs ‘Lush Life’ by Zara Larsson which he kindly plays over and over and over…. and she is singing ‘I live my day as if it was my last ‘ it makes me want to punch her in the face. (I would never do that really)
That’s ok if you have millions in the bank and can have it all done for you and bugger off to a spa and enjoy life, but that ain’t ever happening to me, I have washing, ironing, cooking, cleaning and half eaten pizza stuck to the bed sheets to remove. So this probably won’t be my last day to live and yes if I live it like my last, well tomorrow will be a bloody nightmare!!
How do you guys spend your weekends? Do you get a break from the drudgery of housework/children/chores?