As I wrap up my shower on Sunday—a rare 15 minutes of blissful solitude—I jokingly bid farewell to my sanctuary. “See you next weekend,” I whisper, blowing a playful kiss. No, I’m not eccentric—at least not entirely. I’m simply a mother striving to find humor in the bizarre and often challenging reality of being a full-time parent.
On Saturdays and Sundays, I get to embrace the semblance of normalcy. I’m fortunate to have a supportive partner, Tom, who is present during the weekends. However, we still juggle our children (we aren’t among those fortunate couples who have their kids whisked away by grandparents or babysitters). Every weekend offers me the luxury of sleeping in, often past 8 a.m. (thank you, dear Tom). I enjoy at least a few meals without a child interrupting to share that they’ve stuck a marble in an inappropriate place. And, of course, I get to reconnect with my long-lost friend: the uninterrupted shower.
During the weekend, I become a more patient mother. When my kids whine or engage in perilous antics, I can gently remove the offending objects, chuckle, and carry on. Or, at the very least, Tom can help manage the chaos—at least half of it.
I’m more patient, affectionate, and even fun. I can dash around the park, playing hide-and-seek without feeling the need to glance at my phone every five minutes out of boredom. I have another adult around to share in my jokes and to marvel at just how adorable our kids can be, even amidst the chaos.
The weekend resembles the idyllic portrayal of parenthood often seen on television—sweet, engaging, and filled with humorous challenges. It’s a time when I feel competent in my parenting abilities.
Then Monday arrives like a storm cloud. My toddler wakes me at 6:30, prying my eyelids open with tiny fingers. He howls when I set him in front of the iPad just so I can prepare breakfast. I thought he loved the iPad, but on Mondays, he seems to dislike everything—believe me, I can relate.
As the workweek kicks off, I am faced with the reality of my parental shortcomings. I quickly realize how ill-equipped I am for early mornings and sleep deprivation. I become acutely aware of my short temper when I can’t attend to my basic needs without little ones clinging to me like velcro.
The stark contrast between my weekend bliss and the relentless demands of full-time parenting is shocking. Monday envelops me in a shadow of loneliness. I deeply appreciate Tom and simultaneously feel a twinge of resentment that he gets to escape the house for adult interactions. While I know his job is challenging, it provides him a welcome break from the monotony of daily life with kids.
I adore my children immensely. I recognize the beauty in the challenges of being their primary caregiver. I understand that someday I will look back on these years with amazement. I will yearn for these moments, even the desperate ones when I felt overwhelmed yet persevered.
I know by Tuesday, things will become manageable again. Wednesday will be fairly pleasant, as my children and I adjust to the rhythm of the week. The weekend’s sweetness will fade into the background, no longer a source of torment. While I may miss adult conversations, I’ll remember that my kids can be surprisingly good company, even if their discussions revolve around video games and bodily functions.
By Thursday, my sense of humor will return, and by Friday, I’ll realize how full my life truly is—in the best way possible. Yet, as the next weekend approaches, I’ll feel a mix of joy and trepidation. Sometimes I wonder if it might be easier without weekends altogether; they are too delightful, and the transition back to reality is often harsh. But I suppose that’s simply the cycle of life—or something like that. Please excuse me; it’s still Monday, and my thoughts are a bit scrambled.
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Summary:
This article explores the stark contrast between the joys of weekend parenting and the often challenging reality of weekdays. It highlights the humor and love found in parenting while acknowledging the difficulties that arise when transitioning back to a full-time caregiving role.
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