I love the weekends more than ever now that we're a family of four. If we don't have anything big planned (which is more often the case than not), I start sketching out in my mind what we're going to do. Generally, Saturday is the day we get out of the house and Sunday is the day we lay low and try to relax.
Lately, I've been plagued with Sunday-afternoon-gloom. I used to get the "gloom" before I had kids and was working my 45-to-50 hours a week corporate job. It would start around 2pm when I realized the weekend was coming to an end, and I'd agonize: what fun things can I do with the last few precious hours of my weekend?!
Before kids, the answer was easy: go catch an afternoon movie. Go for a run. Grab an afternoon glass of wine with a girlfriend or husband or a whole bunch of friends.
Now that we have TWO kids, it's a little trickier. The toddler is awake, but the baby is asleep. Do we split up, so one parent takes the toddler, the other parent stays with the baby? Do we wake up the baby and get outside? And then there is the question of WHAT do we do? Go treat ourselves to ice cream? Go to the playground? Go for a walk?
Some days, we pick the perfect Sunday afternoon activity and we end our weekend on the perfect note. Other weekends, we head out for what should be a good time, but Baby O gets grumpy and ends up crying the whole time or my husband and I can't agree on where we want to go.
In any of these cases, the weekend isn't enough.
Good weekend ending or bad, I sit down on Sunday night, after both kids are asleep, and I document in my journal how our weekend went. I write the good and I write the bad and I remember that every day isn't going to have a cherry on top. And that's OK. The weekend was the weekend and I'm just thankful we had one. We spent our weekend as a family and made memories.
Memories that I'll love and relive and think back to one day and say, "Now that was a good day."
How was your weekend? Do you ever experience Sunday-afternoon-gloom?