Controversial hot take, I know… but in certain cases, normalcy and routine is the desired state. After a long weekend of family events, too many kids (of which most are my own), too many pets (of which roughly half are my own), and the house being drafty with the entire in-law clan and then some for the past few days, things are now finally back to normal.
Kids are in school, SO at work, and I’m in my home “office” (I use my bedroom), arranging the coming week. I schedule most things to “ot today” because now it’s MY time. When picking up some supplies this morning I even bought one single beer that is for my lunch, and beyond that my work day will mostly be centered around waiting for various balls that are in other people’s courts.
Anyone else who usually welcome mondays when they arrive?
Man not to be that person, but whenever I hear things like this I’m just always happy I don’t have kids. As soon as work is done that time is mine, and I spend it however I want to.
Sunday just past was mother’s Day in Australia.
Multiple women I know asked for ‘a day off’ from the family as their present i.e. their husbands took the kids out for the day, or they themselves went out to lunch by themselves, shopping etc.
I have my partner and my dog. There is no experience that they both don’t enrich. I enjoy my own company and have an active social life. But I’m also drawn to opportunities to be around them, or include them if I can.
Women especially just seem to have the life sucked out of them by their families - both by the experience of raising children but also, more often than not, the uneven distribution of labour/parenting in their relationships.
I don’t look forward to Mondays, even though we both work from home, simply because I have to spend more time at my desk than hanging out with my partner outside in the sun, or cuddling my dog. Those are the things I’ll look back on fondly. Not getting time by myself to organise other people. Sheesh.
