Saturday all the kids are in various clubs until lunch time. They all love doing their sports so no chance of getting them to give it up. DH drops them off and then goes for a long run so I have to be around to pick them up (staggered finish times). Then on Sunday DH always goes for an absolutely piss-taking amount of time on a bike ride. Usually doesn’t get back until after lunch. Basically the weekends are pretty much a right off. It’s so boring and monotonous for me. I can’t even just go out on my own because of all the timings of the clubs pick ups.
Not even sure there’s an answer except wait for the DCs to get old enough to get to clubs on their own steam. What I really want is for DH to stop buggering off for four hours every Sunday but it’s the only chance he has to exercise all week. From Mon-Fri he’s out of the house from 7am-8pm and during that time he’s either sitting at a desk or sitting in his car, so it would be unfair of me to ask him to stop.
I just find I dread weekends. They’re so dull. Everyone’s posting pictures of lovely lunches in pubs, etc and I’m elbow deep in sandwiches, waiting for DH to get back so I can go to Aldi without having to take all 3 DCs with me.
I just feel weekends shouldn’t be this...shit?