There’s a lot of pressure on my Saturdays … Well … it’s mainly inside my own head.
After a busy working week, the kids and I get one relaxed day together before they head to their dad’s on Sunday.
It should be a change to spend some “quality” time. But, every Sunday I wake up feeling like I’ve blown it and haven’t made the most of that precious day.
I go for a walk first thing with a couple of local mums while the eldest sleeps (sometimes until noon) and the youngest watches Full House reruns on her iPad.
I feel guilty about that walk, but I get so little time to exercise/catch up these days.
Then the rest of Saturday gets consumed by tidying the apocalypse in the kitchen, grocery shopping and washing school uniforms.
There’s also the fact I feel so comprehensively shattered. I tell myself I should be pitching the badminton net in the backyard but I just want to curl up on the couch with some caffeine.
Yesterday, I shook off the lassitude and we headed to my sister’s house to cool off in her pool together. Well, that was the plan. The water was a bit nippy for me. The youngest frolicked with her cousin. I took a few action shots and the eldest refused to swim, preferring to play on her phone.
It didn’t feel like “quality” time with my kids, though the youngest had a blast.
Then it was home for pizza and a movie.
I felt like I’d missed yet another opportunity for something meaningful.
All too soon the kids will be off with their friends on weekends.
And I’m scared I won’t have made enough of the precious years I had when they wanted to hang out with their mum.
The days of playing and craft and going to the park have already passed.
Wow that happens fast.
So, I’m wondering, is it just me or do you ever feel like you’re not doing enough, being enough?
Here are some pool snaps …