Have you ever received a gift that you wished you hadn't unwrapped? One that was much more lovely with its tucked corners and perfectly placed bow?
Sometimes I feel like that about the weekend. Don't get me wrong; I am in love with the weekend, but I have this vision of what the weekend will be and when I tear open the paper, I am disappointed. Not because the gift itself is a let down, but because it doesn't completely belong to me. I always have to give it back on Monday.
My intention is always to balance family fun, household chores and some "me" time. On Saturday morning, I am very positive and energetic with many goals in mind. I think to myself, "I can totally clean the entire house top to bottom, spend quality time with Matty and hubby, read a book while working on my tan, write a poem and maybe even work on one of hundreds of artsy project ideas that I have running through my head."
By Saturday at noon though, my plan has already unraveled, which is completely fine and understandable. Having a 16-month-old and a 31-year-old (love ya honey ;) means expect the unexpected and adapt to it. But when Saturday evening arrives, the sadness sets in as I think to myself, "only one more day until this WBSAHM's fairy tale is over." And I still have toilets to clean, floors to scrub, laundry, etc. Apparently, the fairy tale is Cinderella and my glass slipper is lost somewhere under the piles of clothes that need to be folded. I get upset with myself because I can't live up to the ideal of keeping a spotless home, being a perfect mother, wife, and being ready to face the corporate world come 7 a.m. Monday, all with a smile.
"The art of living a pleasant life is constantly adjusting to circumstances."
This weekend, I will try hard not to let the little things eat me up. If I do, when I am spending time with Matty and hubby, I won't truly be enjoying myself because I will be thinking about all of the things I didn't accomplish instead of realizing that I am accomplishing the most important thing: making memories with my two favorite guys.
