Being a single work-at-home mom, means that my weeks operate in reverse of the normal population. From Monday to Friday, I putter around, doing yoga, and getting groceries and doing laundry and reading and writing and meeting new contacts. The days are full since I’m finally starting to build a business, but I have time to meet a friend for coffee. Even some of my work is relaxing (yesterday I met a woman who works in a potentially overlapping space so while it was work-focused, it was a lovely conversation over a latte…) When the kids get home from school, we run around with activities, homework, etc. but it’s still more like most people’s Saturdays than most people’s Mondays.
The weekends I have my kids, however, are full-on. Right now we are in ski season, which means loading the car with luggage, kids, and the dog. I make sure the car has enough windshield wiper fluid. If the car gets covered in ice (as it does up north) or the wipers get stuck, I deal with it (we had to do a pit stop in Barrie on the way home.) I drag everyone and everything to the room, the hill, the pool. I get all the boots on. I get them on and off the lift. Lunch at the ski club is always a petite nightmare as all of the kids in lessons have a one hour lunch window and there seem to be two people for every chair. And everything is done in hard plastic ski boots (I can’t carry a tray of food at the best of times!) Each year it gets easier as the kids can do more and more on their own, but it is still pretty tiring.
Plus, I have to smile all the time. For the last year and a half, I’ve done nothing but meet new people. I have a new ski place, a new school, a new neighbourhood, a new church, a new club. It’s been fun but I’m a pretty deep introvert so it’s not added to my energy levels (that whole ‘it takes less energy to smile than frown’ thing must be bunk!)
This weekend was extra long due to a PA day on Friday, and I then added Super Bowl prep onto the weekend. I’m not a football person, but I like the Super Bowl (even though, as Canadians, we are robbed of the clever commercials.) The kids love the junk food and the half-time show and staying up late and feeling part of something big. Plus, I think they should have a passing acquaintance with the game (the fact they were referring to home runs at one point was troubling…) Serena is a fan too, but was devastated about her Broncos.
Personally, this was my favourite part of the night:
What a fantastic jacket: just seeing it made me feel happy. Does it have a twitter feed a la Pherrell’s hat yet?
And then the weekend was over and I could relax. Thank God it’s Monday, as they say. This week, I’m being quite disciplined about putting my business plan into action: research, accounting – all the glamour stuff. Thank heavens there is a new copy (we are a month behind in the colonies…) of Tatler for my downtime.
Enjoy your week, kittens!