Another Weekend

It hit me again that the weekend is here. The choice of weekend would be to drink oneself high and forget all blissfully (alas! for a night's sleep only), watch the World Cup match with germany and England going for it against each other (my bet is with Germany, as always), lie on a nearest sandy beach (if it does not rain, as the rains have begun again every afternoon).

But then, I can't think only of myself, one has children. Their needs and wants seem to come first before ours are ever executed, that is a good thing actually, as once you have them all settled, satisfied and sated it's the parents' turn.

My weekends, when the children are with me, are usually just like that.

I wake early Saturday, send them for their Saturday sports co-curricullum in school (which occupies them til the afternoon). I proceed to have breakfast with my girlfriend (who is also an early riser, surprising for a single woman because if it were me, I would not wake til past 12pm!), a long breakfast mind you. We laugh out loud, talk family, friends, men (sigh....). We then go our separate ways. I head home maybe just in time to cook lunch or watch a little tv. When the kids are back, its seeing to them and if possible a little nap in the late afternoon because my night is going to be late with another girlfriend (or maybe the same one), doing the usual over too loud music with a bit of a tipple thrown down our throats.

Sunday, one can't afford to wake late if the kids are bugging you that they want their breakfast. Another day starts catering to them (yet again!), maybe a trip to the gaming shop for a couple of hours (as they are not allowed pc games at home, neither will there ever be a Sony PlayStation at home no matter how much the kids beg). While they do this, I go grocery shopping alone. Alone is always the best bet, your own pace and time and one can linger as long as needed to read over a food label on whether the item is made in China or is genetically modified or has some undesireable content that we would not want ingested. Tv watching is a must if its a slow Sunday. Once kids settled, maybe dinner for myself with another girlfriend and copius amounts of girl-talk.

I do not feel guilty saying that I enjoy my time alone away from the kids. I am not rushing around seeing to them but to leisurely see to me.