Honestly, I hardly even remember what weekending was like before baby. (Oh, that’s right, I used to make pasta from scratch.)
I did all the same homemaker-y things I do now. Back then, it felt leisurely and almost–dare I say it?–fun.
Nowadays, as a mama and full-time professional, my weekends often feel like never-ending to-do lists. Simply walking around my home, I see baskets of clothes that need washing, surfaces that need dusting, showers that need scrubbing, work attire that needs steaming, fridges that need filling and more. Blah.
There is always so much to do.
And yet, when I walk around my home, I also see: a baby who wants to play and read books and snuggle, a husband who works hard to support us, family and friends who stop by to visit. I see corks and kernels that are meant for popping, cushy couches that are meant for movie-watching, baths that are meant for bubbly-soaking and more.
There is always so much to enjoy.
I glanced at a magazine cover earlier today (one I have yet to read, because it’s not on the to-do list) and saw the headline, “How to cook anything faster.” Because I often feel strapped for time, I can easily relate to wanting to cram as much into the day possible, and that involves doing things faster. Or… does it?
There are cases when doing things faster is necessary for surviving day-to-day life. But, I’m slowly learning that weekends are what you make of them. I’m learning to do just what’s needed, and then make time for more enjoying. Or, better yet: enjoy first, do later.
I pick and choose what matters most, and these days that means baby-cuddling and coffee-sipping happen first. The rest will get done–eventually.