It's taken many years, but I think I've finally come to accept and actually enjoy the weekends for just what they are. Before kids, the weekends were a welcome relief from the working week. We'd go shopping. We'd visit friends or family. We might go the movies. But of course that all changes when you stay at home with kids. Suddenly the weekends aren't what they used to be. The week merges into the weekend, morphing into an extra long week. The washing still needs to be done, as does the lawn and the garden. Priorities in life change.
But since moving out here I really don't mind. The sun is shining, there is salad to harvest in the garden and just enough time left to do a few rows of knitting, do some reading and watch a little game of soccer. My favourite blossom tree is flowering. I bake a batch of scones. Baked beans tend to come out of the pot rather than a can. A neighbour drops in some eggs. My son bike rides in the street with his friends. Coming home when he's either hungry or thirsty. While Sunday lunch may have once been a BBQ chicken and chips from the local takeaway, these days it's usually salad and freshly baked bread.
So I'm not really sure if it's getting used to a new normal, or simply growing up a little and appreciating a quieter kind of weekend. Whatever it is, I like it.
I wanted to thank each and every one of you that took the time to leave comments and suggestions on my last post. They were all very much appreciated, and it was reassuring that so many of us had the same concerns. There were some really great suggestions within the comments. Some of which I will be adopting myself. I will keep you posted.