Well I made it! It only took one bottle of wine and a full lemon drizzle cake but I made it. Now I can bask in the glory of the bank holiday weekend!
As a parent weekends don’t have the same meaning as they did in your pre baby years, especially bank holiday weekends…
That is unless you’ve just endured a week with the spawn of Satan. This makes the weekend look like a two week holiday in the Maldives at an adults only resort!
To the surprise of some people, myself included, I have taken to motherhood like a duck to water. Even if I do say so myself! However this isn’t to say I haven’t found it challenging. The ways in which a little person can test your patience is unbelievable. Which is why when the weekend roles round and the cavalry gets deployed I can breath a sigh of relief.
It’s at the end of tough week that I can really appreciate how grateful I am to be in a loving relationship where I have support from not only my partner but my family. I take my hat off to single parents, until now I have never understood the true gravity of what it feels like to independently raise a family. Growing up in a single parent household gave me the child’s perspective but I didn’t really consider how difficult it most have been for my mum. Even now I can only sympathise, after a difficult day I know I have someone on hand to reassure me that I’m doing a great job. Guilt is something which comes hand in hand with parenting, I only hope its something I never have to deal with alone.
So here’s to the long weekend! Whether your spending it in sunshine with your family’s or in the beer garden with your friends, make the most of the good times (I know I will be) after all its good times which help get you through the bad!
Happy Friday! With love xx