This pretty much sums up how our weekend went 🙂 As we don’t plan to travel with Nat anytime soon, one form of pseudo-vacations with him are staycations (only when there’s good deals of course). It also gives me a chance to escape, which is what I find myself doing quite often these days. Escape from what? I can’t exactly pinpoint. Maybe just the usual weekend routines that aren’t relaxing most of the time.
How shall I make sense of this…
Weekends with a baby are not really different from weekdays. Most of it is because of the choices we make but for valid and good reasons.
1. There are essentially no more late sleep-in weekends.
- Nat would be hungry by 7am (if we’re lucky). On normal days, he would wake up around 630am.
- We choose to keep to the same routine on weekends as per weekdays because our work requires us to be out of the house by 710am.
- It is also much easier to just begin his day ard 7am and then schedule his breakfast, lunch, tea and dinner from there.
2. Weekends are also now characterised by bits of negotiation and lots of planning.
- We try to bring Nat to visit his paternal and maternal grandparents and occasionally, his Great-Grandfather.
- I’ve learnt that there can never be absolute parity so we just try to let everyone spend pockets of time with Nat.
- More often than not, it happens at our own physical expense because it can be very tiring. It is the right thing to do but still, really tiring.
- Strangely, the most relaxing Sunday we had thus far was when we left Nat to finish his afternoon nap at my mom’s place after lunch and both of us just went home. We didn’t plan for such an arrangement, it just happened naturally since it was time for his nap after lunch. It was relaxing because we simply rotted at home doing our usual brainless stuff, and the best part was that we could do nothing!
I guess these are some reasons why I look forward to the times where I can just get away and be alone i.e. at work, on vacation with HJ and/or during staycations with the kiddo. Sometimes it feels good to just be detached and in my own bubble.
Some days, all I’d really like to do is to chill on my balcony with a bottle of beer. Then I think about the calories and I get a bit more depressed.
But heck, the pull of the baileys irish cream is too strong. I’ll deal with the calories another day.