Friday, the last day of the week. To most people, Friday is the best work day of the week. In fact, in my company, Fridays are sometimes playfully labelled as “Friyays”. After a long week of slogging, people look forward to the weekend and friday is the day where things get kicked off. Early knock-offs from work, gathering of friends and the change of mood (and maybe pace too) as the much anticipated friday evening looms around the corner.
For me though, by the time friday rolls around, I start feeling the effects of the week long’s work. Body starts feeling tired and your brain just kinda gets drained from all the adrenaline from the week. I guess for me, the situation is a lot more different. Juggling the work and kids demands does take that mental strain on you. And when friday hits, I feel drained, from the week that has passed, and to the weekend that is gonna come about.
You see, our weekends are packed to the brim with activities after activities to the point, sometimes I feel there’s nothing left for me or for wifey and me. Time for wifey and me, or even with the family becomes so scarce and we have to shuffle the firstborn from one activity to another. Starting with his 9 am catechism followed by back-to-back swimming and then its time for Novena service (in which the boy serves) and then its mass. Before you know it, it’s already time for dinner on a Saturday night and you are just….once again drained from the life activities.
I sometimes wonder whether we, as parents do this to ourselves? But then again, that’s also life with kids right? I don’t think one can truly run away from all these and to some degree, these are family or parental responsibilities which any mum or dad needs to see to.
I feel bad to also have to rely on the wifey for the weekend activities. After all, she too deserves a weekend break, just like any other “working person”. But I know this is the season for both of us, as parents to VERY young children, that this is what we are called to do. And we do try our best to embrace our parental duties, although I must say wifey does a much better job than I do and I do have to sometimes buck up and be a better dad. Perhaps, like any other challenges in life, could this also be an invitation to prayer and to talk to God about it?
Oh well, this is just one of those random musings in life which I thought I just jot down.
