I love Fridays. I’ve always loved Fridays. The thought of the weekend stretching ahead is my first thought as I wake on a Friday morning. Only one more school run to do before two days off.
And yet, the weekend is not what it used to be. In the days before children, mornings didn’t exist on a Saturday or Sunday. If I got ready and into town for mid-afternoon, then that was a good result. Late nights and long lie-ins: that was the weekend. Now, we have a swimming class at 9 am, football at 10 am, at least one party for at least one child on Saturday or Sunday, and homework to complete.
Oh we still have late nights. You have to, don’t you? Otherwise, it’s just the same as a week night. Staying up late differentiates our weekly timetable. We feel obliged to stay up later, open that second bottle of wine and throw caution to the wind. That weekend feeling lasts right up until Sunday night when reality hits home: time to sort the uniforms, polish the shoes and make the packed lunches.
So would you really want to swap your weekends now for the weekends that were? Yes, we miss that blissful feeling of snuggling back under the duvet when we don’t want to get up. We miss the spontaneity of being able to get ready and go out without the necessary accoutrement of change bags, wellies, toys, snacks, extra clothing, and Calpol – just in case! But think about what we gain. We see the world through our children’s eyes: we get excited when we see snow again. We see them take their first swim without armbands. We share their joy when they score their first goal. And our eyes well up when they say they want to be a mummy or daddy like us when they grow up. Nothing can compare with that.
And that is why I still wake on a Monday morning and think: only four more days to Friday. Roll on the weekend!