I was thinking about how excited I am for this Labor Day weekend, because it means we will get to spend three days together as a family. Then I got to thinking how our weekends really go.
Let me say this first: my husband and I are nine years into this marriage and I would absolutely pick him and our life above anything else. And obviously, he's totally enamored with me. We are both driven day in and out to do what's best for our two daughters. That being said....
This is what happens each weekend:
Friday: Hurray, it's 7pm and we are all home! Excitedly my husband and I make plans to feed the kids and then order Chinese food when they go to bed. You know, a "we are 30 somethings up to our eyeballs with young kids" date. The girls gather around dad and giggle and play while he throws them in the air. The puppy is nearly passing out with delight. I'm glowing because I love my family so much.
Saturday morning: Hurray! We all get to wake and not face our weekday routine! Lucky Charms and Phineas and Ferb for all! Even the dog is smiling and content.
Saturday afternoon: Nora is in time out number three for sassy talk. Evie is sleeping after her giant baby meltdown. OK, so things got pretty harried....my husband and I decide to enjoy this moment of peace together. Look how cute our puppy looks! We truly have it all!
Saturday night: Thank God our children are in bed, I thought I would lose my mind. The dog finally passed out, sweet mother he's a spaz. But cute. I'm so glad we have each other. It's nice to have a quiet night together.
Sunday morning: SHUT UP AND GET DRESSED FOR CHURCH! The damn dog peed on the floor! What does the baby have in her mouth? Oh well, it's nice that we are going to church. I guess.
Sunday afternoon: We are all hiding in various locations. Nora is listening to music in her room, even the baby is playing on her own, I've hidden by going to Target and my husband is trying to watch ESPN while the dog jumps around him.
Sunday night: Eating dinner and things have mellowed out. We enjoy each others company because we know that tomorrow everyone will go back to reality and we can all get some freaking space. Thank God for routines.
Monday morning: Sigh. We all wake up bummed to start another week where we don't see each other nearly enough. Our girls are going to grow up too fast, wish we had more time to just spend together.
Am I wrong?
So here's the secret- it's best to have time to miss and think about each other.