In fact to actively dread them?
I'm with dd(4) and ds(17m) two days a week, I don't mind this, I chose to do it I can deal with it, sometimes I even enjoy it a bit. Then i work-bloody hard- the other 3 days. Then it's the weekend which are invariably about dds ballet classes some party or such like, drudge drurge drudge round the house doing boring s*t only to watch dull as s*te tv in the evenings.
There's no "break" no respite. It's more of the same. I know I sound ungrateful, I should enjoy "family time" but I can't get any enthusiasm up for it. I smile through gritted teeth and try to be positive.
The loss of my weekends has been one og the most significant things that's made me miserable since becoming a parent. I know I should be grateful, I know I chose this, I just never knew how bloody relentless the boredom and drudgery would be. Doing the hang round with other familes thing makes my teeth itch, everyone just goes on about children.
I feel like I have to actively claw back anytime for myself. I admit I'm selfish and tomorrow I have booked in a few activities for myself (gym am and buying jeans pm, ON MY OWN). Dh has seen his arse a bit but tough. He's out tonight and going on a bike ride with his mates tomorrow.
I really can't accept that weekends should be "all about the kids", does that make me a horribly selfish mother? If i don't get to do my own thing I hate life.
When i say to other parents I'm determined to keep at least one day at the weekend free of childrens parties/activities/playdates so me and dh can have a bit of time (separately) I get the whole raised eyebrows bit.
I'm not depressed, on the very rare ocassions me and dh have had a whole night/day "off" I'm elated, giddy as a kipper! Don't get me wrong I adore my dcs, I want what's best for them just sick of feeling so miserable and resentful every single bloody weekend. I've tried to "get used" to this for 4.5 years, and I'm not doing.