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Parenting is one of the most exhausting things I’ve ever experienced. It is non-stop, demanding and there’s no ‘day off’ or ‘break’. There’s a routine to follow (feed-burp-poo-play-nap for babies; eat-sleep-play for toddlers; school-class-homework for older kids) everyday; there’s always a to-do list stuck on the fridge and as soon as things get ticked off, new things appear; weekdays are busy with running the house and chauffering the kids and weekends pass in a blur of activities (trips to the zoo/ museum/ park to
keep the kids entertained burn off that insane amount of energy kids possess), running from piano lessons to tennis ones or just attending parties where you are bombarded with 20 other noisy kids. It’s a never-ending cycle. LIFE JUST WHIZZES.
We usually plan something for the weekends too, because if we’re just home, Little Man gets all fidgety (read: bored) by 10 am (he’s up at the crack of dawm, even on a bloomin’ Sunday!!!). Then the whining and requests for TV begin and by noon we’ve given in to everything and basically given up. OR, we exhaust ourselves playing superheroes and cars and puzzles or whatever with him, and land up feeling
more tired fried! Outside, Little Man is occupied, the change of scene does us all good and the day just seems to pass quicker and is usually a lot more fun.
However, last Sunday was a bit different. We didn’t plan for it to be so, but it turned out to be one of the best weekends in a long time. Saturday was filled with house viewings, and then a trip to the mall. Since the weather was getting warmer and we hadn’t visited the zoo in a long, long time, we had that slotted in for Sunday. EXCEPT, roll over Sunday morning and Little Man wasn’t in the mood to go. Anywhere.
He was up as usual verrry verry early (according to Sunday Standard Time at least) and so we all were. Great, we thought, we’ll have an early start and beat the crowds. But after breakfast and the usual morning stuff, Little Man just lounged around not wanting to go to the zoo. A place he usually enjoys. After some persuasion, we dropped the idea but still felt the need to go somewhere, especially since it felt like Spring in February! The park? ‘No’. The riverside for a walk or scooter-ride? ‘No’. Anywhere you would like to go? ‘No, I just want to stay at home today’.
So, we all stayed home. Laziness began to creep in. We got ready for a day of letting Little Man get more than his share of telly, and mentally prepared ourselves for tantrums as the day progressed, when the deadly combination of tiredness and boredom kicks in.
EXCEPT none of the above happened. And it turned out to be such a lovely, relaxing and fun day!
We played a lot. All three of us. Together. Hubster, Little Man and myself. We were all super heroes catching the imaginary bad guys. We all sat on the floor and built a kickass lego structure. We all lounged on the couch and read books. And saw random episodes of Batman, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Caillou. We laughed. We put on music and danced. We sang. We talked. About this, that and the other. And the icing on the cake – Little Man willingly went for a nice, long afternoon nap, giving hubster and myself some time together.
Running around the house dressed as Spiderman
The ‘kickass’ lego we made together
The evening was lazy too (none of us stepped out of the house or our PJs, for that matter), but it didn’t matter. We had done nothing all day, really, yet we did so much. As a family. We bonded over love and laughter (not that we don’t otherwise but it just felt so relaxed). There was no rush to be somewhere, do something. There were no deadlines. We just were…
When I went to bed on Sunday night, I felt refreshed, even though I had been up since 6.30 am. I was ready to tackle Monday and the week ahead. I realised that sometimes these impromptu days of doing nothing and not planning every detail of your day can be so calming, yet so fun. Needless to say, I had a good night’s sleep too…