I feel like I never have a weekend… I know I stay at home, and technically I don’t have a job. But my “job” is my house, and when the weekend rolls around, I feel like I  haven’t been able to clock out.

I’m working on it though…

Saturdays I usually rush around, wake up way too early, get the kids to soccer, come home, make lunch, and then I’m exhausted and grouchy and grumpy before 1:00 p.m. Sunday is the same too, I’m up late with the little ones, and then Thade wakes up really early on Sundays, I rush around in the morning, feel like I’m way behind before lunchtime, and yep, I’m grumpy and grouchy before I’ve served the mid-day meal.

Two Saturdays ago I decided enough was enough, and I was just going to do the bare minimum, and you know what… I wasn’t as stressed, I wasn’t as grouchy, everyone was still clothed and fed. All of the little chores that I missed over the weekend, I had caught up early on Monday morning. I finally felt like I had a weekend.

I’m also saying yes to my hubby when he says let’s pick up lunch after those soccer games that ran too long, and I’m waiting until everyone has gone to sleep before I even think about washing the dishes. I even scheduled a hair appointment on the weekend, just to add to the chilled-less stressed-out  me. That half an hour away did wonders for my attitude (and I got cute hair too).

Trying to be less stressed is something that I am working on, and I will probably be working on it for the rest of my life, but just getting a little down-time has really helped me. My living-room might be a mess, and yes there is unfolded laundry patiently waiting for me, but that’s what Monday is for. I’ll clock back in then, but for now I’m enjoying a weekend.