Three Day Weekend Adventures
The SAHM has us working moms at a disadvantage at all 3 days weekends. They have the daily schedule down to a “t” and don’t miss a beat.
Not so for us working moms. In the past, we built up days off as these amazing events of pure fun with kids. Then reality hits.
Adjusting from daycare/school to home is just that-an adjustment.
While we want to have fun and/or relax, the kids are cranky and arguing with each other because their bored or their sibling looked at them. We make plans to do something, but they get so out of control while getting ready to go that we either drop the idea because everyone is in time out or we’re a half step from needing an exorcism.
Wow, that makes 3 day weekends seem like such fun!
Let me tell you about mine last weekend which happened to be memorial day.
My kids take schedule adjustments very poorly. In anticipation, I took off Friday to enjoy the day with my husband without fighting, bickering, whining, asking for random stuff, and ignoring any request/directive that I gave.
It was nice. We sat down and had a real meal together without plastic toys. I know…how did we manage to not need a toy!
Friday night wasn’t bad. We ended up finding a random bounce house in town and the kids had a great time.
Saturday wasn’t really that bad either. The kids slept as we took flowers to a couple of cemeteries.
Cue Sunday. We still had 3 cemeteries to go to and they were awake. What kids doesn’t love being cooped up in the vehicle driving around to cemeteries? Not to mention, my husband was in a bear of a mood, because his parents died when he was in his 20’s and he’s had a few recent brushes with death. This is obviously not his favorite time of year.
Back to the car. Everyone was cranky, bored, and hungry by the 3rd cemetery. I wanted to go home before we headed to the 1st.
I don’t want to bore you with all the details, so we will skip ahead to the evening so that you can hear about a one of the few fun times we had that weekend. After dark, when we got home and everyone had some food in their stomachs and were no longer ready to bite each others heads off, we headed outside with flashlights and studied the night life-toads, crickets, bugs, night crawlers, and “bare” footprints that daddy convinced the youngest was a real bear footprint.
Then, Monday rolled around. Everyone had finally settled in to the weekend routine which would have been great if we weren’t trying to paint rooms in our house. I would have loved to have laid around with my kids, but instead we pained while the kids did art projects, played with kinetic sand, and dumped all their toys out 3 times to play dress up.
Staying home and working was 3 times more work!
By evening time, we were once again starving, so we took off to head to McDonalds. You know how hard it is to get the kids into the vehicle when it isn’t part of their normal routine. It took forever to get everything together including finding shoes, getting a blanket, changing pants, and switching vehicles.
Once we finally managed to get 2 miles down the road, my youngest announced that she needed to go to the bathroom and couldn’t hold it until we made it to the restaurant. I pulled over and in the most horrified voice, my almost 4 year old said, ” I can’t go here!” Granted, we were pulled off on the highway, but she had just said in a panic, ” I can’t wait!”.
She’s peed alongside the road, so I said, “Okay, I’ll pull over on a gravel road”.
“I need to go home.”
“Yes,” I replied.
The lightbulb apparently went off in my weekend fried brain, “You need to go poop?”
So, back home we go which again lead to a cluster trying to get everyone back into their seatbelts.
Finally, we made it to eat and it went fine. No one acted 50 shades of crazy. Until we tried to get in the car again and my almost 4 year old angel decided she wanted to sprint across the parking lot and “talk to” the big golden arches sign.
What? Who does that?
Upon not getting to hold that conversation she was wanting to have, she ended up kicking and screaming for 10 minutes as we drove home. When she was done with time out, I took her to take a bath. The water works began again. Now what?!
“Not until after I eat with my family,” said my daughter.
“That’s what we just did.”
“No, that was lunch.”
I counted to 10 hundred and started again. “No, we just had supper. Now it is time to take a bath.”
Many minutes later, she finally composed herself and headed to the bathroom with all signs of drama gone for the rest of the evening. How do they flip the switch that quick?
And by 9 o’clock, all 3 of them were sound asleep.
Don’t hate me if for a moment when I gazed jealously at your happy, family friendly photos of beaches and picnics on Facebook that I wanted to punch you in the throat. It wasn’t personal!
My husband and I had decided to skip all the drama this weekend and make it a kid friendly weekend with lots of water fun, baby pools, and slip ‘n slides. We didn’t really get anything done and we will likely end up leaving all the flowers at the cemeteries instead of going back to pick them up. It’s not worth the money we would save to subject ourselves to hours stuck in the vehicle with kids again.
But, it was a much better weekend!
Have you ever built up a fun family weekend only to have it turn into a nightmare of whining, crying, and arguing?