Weekends used to be a time of relaxation and rejuvenation, a time where you took care of yourself and did exactly what you wanted. 🍶🍵🍸🍹🍨
Then came children. 👶🏻👶🏻👶🏻👶🏻
Now, every weekend is like an episode of Survivor where I am just trying to stay alive and on the island, all while ensuring those depending on me are safe, healthy, and happy. 😫😫
Yes, this gets exhausting. Fast. 😫😫😫
While I certainly am not complaining about motherhood, let's take a moment to mourn the pre-kid weekend rituals you are unlikely to fully have again until your kids move out: 😝😝
1. Sleeping in. 💤💤
2. Breakfast in bed. 🍳🍞🍹
3. Long brunches in the city with bottomless mimosas.🍾🍾🍾
4. Spontaneously doing whatever you want however you want to do it.🎤🎟🎭🎖
5. Putting your needs first.👙💋👣
6. Going out to eat as much as possible and cooking as little as possible.🍽🍽🍽
7. Midday naps just because.💤💤💤
8. Bar hopping.🍺🍻🍷
9. Pretending you're 22 again and staying out as late as possible, since you have no real responsibilities the next day anyway.😂😂
10. Being able to fully recover from a hangover without being badgered by a little person.👶🏻😝😫
The list goes on.😜
My point? If you don't yet have children, live it up and don't become fully lame just yet. There's still a little bit of hope for you.😂😂
And if you've already been blessed with little rugrats, don't fear. One day, they too will leave the nest, and you'll be left there crying with a box of tissues.
No, life isn't fair. 😜
But this too shall pass, and it's still ALL good. 🙏🏻💪🏻🌟
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