Another one down.
I can now, after a full cup of hot coffee and silence for one hour, feel my body start to relax. My muscles are letting go of active duty.
Mondays are my break. Weekends are the push.
From Friday till Monday, it's full time interaction and vigilance with no respite.
someone to take her to the potty while I clean up the lunch; someone to make lunch while I build train tracks; someone to take turns going down the slide or lift her onto the climbing apparatus; someone to exchange glances with or to laugh with at her antics; Someone to take the lead in discipline when I've lost my mind ...
From the moment I open my eyes to see her excitedly staring down at me, till the moment I peak in and see that she is slumped into energy replenishing sleep, I am on active duty. Alone. Then it starts again the next day.
The best weekends are when I'm organized enough to have meals prepared in advance and a social schedule to meet.
The worst ones are when I have to make the meals amidst chaos, and we have no social engagements.
The summer is hard because many of our friends go on family holidays = no one to play with.
Weekends are when the married folk spend family time together = no one to play with.
The irony is in my Monday morning greetings with co workers/colleagues.
Oblivious Co worker: "Did you have a good weekend?"
Co worker: "they're never long enough are they?"
Me (cringing inside ) "nope."