Weekends are never long enough.
We spend all week looking forward to the weekEND, but somehow, the weekend is always busier and more packed with unexpected crap than the entire preceeding week. I’ve made a chart to demonstrate.
But by Saturday, the drama has disappeared, only to be replaced by all the things we forgot about during the week. Those pesky parties for kids we don’t know, who we forgot to buy a gift for and end up sprinting thru Target with 3 whiny kids on the way to a place that can only be described as parental purgatory. AKA (insert name of any kid-centric party venue here). Also in this category are all of those things your other half scheduled for himself without even telling you and simply walks/drives/is forcibly kicked off to, whistling merrily while you struggle to shoe a slippery 2-year old who just decided to pee on the carpet. I swear puppies are easier.
By contrast, Sunday, the day of rest, (HA!) evens out a bit. Of course, getting 5 people dressed, sort of fed and out the door in time for church while maintaining the attitude and demeanor of a good Christian woman is a Herculean effort, and Oscar-worthy performance. Did I mention that nobody remembered to do any laundry since Wednesday, so all the kids have to wear are the clothes that ‘mysteriously’ grew gaping holes in the knees during the week?
Have you noticed that I’ve completely neglected to mention evenings? That’s a whole ‘nother chart, lemme tell ya sumthin!
Happy Monday y’all!