“There are never enough hours in the day!” How often do you find yourself saying that? I seem to say it more and more recently but particularly on a Sunday.
I love Sundays. Well at least I always really look forward to them. They are the one day during the week where there are no sporting commitments (yet) or work commitments. They are our designated family days where we have always tried to keep it free to enjoy at least one day of quality family time before the madness of Monday arrives again and I roll up my sleeves ready for the onslaught of the week to come.
The only problem with trying to keep Sundays free is when do I do everything else. By everything else, I mean the cleaning, the ironing, the washing, the other things that I put off endlessly during the week due to lack of time, energy or enthusiasm.
The last couple of weeks have been crazy with one thing or another and Saturdays have been taken up with other things leaving everything to do on the Sunday. The result is me waking up on Sunday morning in a cold sweat wondering how in earth I am going to do it all.
Since my husband changes jobs a few months ago we have been seeing a lot less if him in the week and he has had to work a few Saturdays and the result is that all three of the children suddenly become clingy daddy fanatics and they can’t or won’t leave him alone. This is lovely until he can’t do something that keeps all of them happy at the same time and it means that I often can’t join in because there is so much house stuff to be done.
Don’t get me wrong, my days of being fanatical about the house being spotlessly clean and the ironing basket being emptied are very long gone. That all fell by the wayside circa the arrival of child number two. As long as there are enough clothes in the cupboard for the week (helped by me buying a job lot of uniform for both boys) and the house isn’t so dirty that someone could condemn it, I just do the bare essentials. But sometimes even the bare essentials takes a while.
In an ideal world I would love to go back to Sundays just being for family fun but until someone invents a way to add a few extra hours or I win the lottery and can afford the luxury of a cleaner and someone to do all my ironing, maybe ‘family Sundays’ will have to happen every other week and “there are never enough hours in the day” will continue to be my mantra.
How do you spend your Sundays?
We have tried to keep Sundays free but it is impossible. I have done four loads of laundry today as it was sunny and windy so everything dried quickly on the line but we also managed a barbeque, digging in the garden and watching the Grand Prix. We have just decided that we have to do all the ‘jobs’ together too otherwise we have a lovely time but nothing gets done.
I spent mine today sitting on a cricket field while the other half played. Wine in one hand, book in the other,
Bliss
Ours are always busy and I always feel disappointed when I get to evening and haven’t spent what I feel is enough quality time with my children. Never mind do all the things I need to get done x
I hate Sundays! For eight months of the year they are dominated by rugby, but for the remaining four I would like to have nice family days out. But instead we are doing homework or sorting out the house. And at the end of the day I go through my bottomless drawer of letters from school and I write a load of cheques. And my husband always goes to work Sunday evenings – well before the kids are in bed, so I get some nice solo parenting into the bargain. Did I mention that I hate Sundays?!
Saturdays are usually the family day for us, Sundays often have the grocery shop arriving, and the laundry washing, and most weeks DH takes the girls out to see his parents or friends for a few hours while I get alone time to do some tidying – I’ve given up trying to tidy with children in the house, it’s too frustrating!