It’s the weekend! Sweeter words were never uttered.
For parents that go out to work, the reality is more likely to be getting home to collect your child(ren) from childcare, wrestling them into bed and then letting out a huge sigh of relief before necking a bottle of wine and inhaling a takeaway whilst watching TV. Yes, I am aware that such things as babysitters and partners exist, but my days of popping out for a swift half after work and crawling in five hours later with a dodgy burger and a purloined ashtray are probably over for good.
Maybe your children like lie-ins. Don’t rub it in; mine don’t. To be honest I am more likely to be able to achieve a lie-in of a weekend, what with daddy being home, if staying in bed refusing to budge whilst the kids scream at each other downstairs can be categorised as such.
Obligatory tantrums if you do not serve food within one minute of children deciding they are hungry.
A leisurely spot of shopping?
Why not try a toddler-friendly activity such as soft play, a farm or zoo which will be packed with other children and their parents who’ve been up since stupid o’clock and would rather be having a childfree three hour lunch.
If you’re really lucky, you may have a children’s party to attend.
Dinner out with friends, maybe followed by a film, a show, or by more alcohol, perhaps a club, or any number of exciting activities?
Might be best to play safe and have a bottle of wine in front of the TV. If you do go out, make sure you get home at a reasonable hour, because the kids will be up at five am. Again.
And obviously, it’s up to you, you’re an adult capable of making your own decisions… but parenting with a hangover is the pits.
Possibly only getting out of bed to answer the door to the pizza delivery man? Yea, you wish buddy.
Up at 5, same as yesterday and the day before and the day before that. And all the days before those, and a lot of days to come. Sigh. There might cuddles in bed though and that’s pretty awesome.