It becomes Friday, and you know what that means? It means it’s the friggin’ weekend people!!!
And if you, like me, would totally love to rock your weekends, then have a read through the details of my last weekend. Use it as a guide, if you like, on how to be a completely epic housewife and parent on those two sought after days.
Let’s start with Friday night.
Firstly, you must agree to watch a movie with your daughter in your own bed. This is of course not fatal at all, and will not make you want to fall straight to sleep. Make sure you stay conscious enough to respond to her comments, so as not to cause any upset. Make sure you don’t eat all the marshmallows, again, this may cause upset…
Ok, daughter in bed. Time to watch a TV show with the boy child, whatever you do, do not turn off the front room lights to allow better viewing. You will, without a doubt, fall into a Friday night coma, from which you may not be revived until Monday.
Boy in bed, suddenly remember he has football training in the morning. He must leave the house by 9am. Make a mental note to go to bed early and set an alarm.
Then, of course, decide that 10.45pm is the absolute best time to give your business website a revamp.
Crawl in to bed at 2am, baby will definitely wake in about 30 minutes. Don’t forget you must get up in the morning.
8.56am Saturday morning – Shit!! I am a seriously crappy and horrible parent.
Boy goes to football, housework gets done. Enter lethargy mode. Forget breakfast.
Remember at about 1 that you need to feed the family, and that you haven’t eaten yet so you need to eat shitloads.
Eat too much. Decide to do the weekly shop tomorrow instead.
Saturday night. Get a text from my sister saying she is going to visit our grandmother in the morning. Would I like to go with her? Yeah, ok. She will be there at 9am.
Ok, don’t forget to set an alarm.
9.05am Sunday morning, there’s a knock at the door – SHIT!!
I’m up, I look like a river corpse but I’m up. Sister makes tea, I get ready. It is at this moment that a I remember that I have only one pair of jeans, and they need washing. However living life without jeans is not something I feel I can face today, and so I retrieve them (without being spotted) from the wash basket. Put on a big jumper because it looks cold outside, and as this will be the first time I will have left the house all week I can only go by visual aids.
Get to the nursing home and discover they have the heating on full blast.
Get a banging headache and decide that your illusive and procrastinating period is absolutely on its way as you feel like a half dead garden bouncer – check!
Spend the afternoon at the supermarket (fucking hell on earth, why do I subject myself to it every weekend??), then playing with the kids in a semi zombie state.
Sunday night, have a bath and decide that you will most definitely have an earlier night tonight. Sit down and watch Dexter, and then another one. Oh go on then, just another one.
Oh look, it’s Monday again! Whoop-de-fucking-do…
Lather, rinse and repeat next week…
I am rocking this life shit!!
Mrs X xoxo