Ah, the weekend, that magical time when you have to race around to take care of house and home as well as manage activities for the kids (or entertaining them) and then hopefully, hopefully you'll get some quiet time to yourself. That is usually a big source of stress for me; how do I get some time for just me? A girlfriend of mine gets time to herself by not napping. She chooses not to 'sleep when your kids sleep' so she can get some time to do her thing. Lots of other women I know will either stay up really late or get up really early. No, 5 AM is not my ideal wake-up time, but hey, it's time I get to float around the house, organize some papers, and if I'm really quiet, make dinner for that night. I'm also fortunate to have found a gym with a great childcare space so I can workout (I have also been known to just sit in the change room and mark papers or read) while my boys play.
Ever since I became a mother, I struggle with what I call my Saturday morning alter ego. For some reason, I get angry if I'm not out of the house by 9:30. It's actually not 'some' reason, it's the clock! If we don't make the most of the weekend, then my life during the school year is a blur of long subway rides, bus rides, teaching in a new school I only figure out long enough to be sent to the next and then rushing to grab the boys and spend some time with them. Rush, rush, rush.
Why so calm today? It's the long weekend. I missed my run this morning, I let my boys watch cartoons and I made a nice big Americano. I'm also working on a project that will help me set a part time schedule at work so I can have more time for me and also more relaxed time with the boys, and hey, maybe my husband and I will get out again, without the boys, before next Valentine's day.
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