When I was single the weekends seemed quite long. I would sleep half of the Saturday, watch some TV shows, clean a bit and sometimes visit some friends. And Sunday evening I would play bass in my metal band. Nice and easy.
But now that I have a family and small children there is never time to do anything. The kids always need something, food, diper, entertainment, make them sleep, clean up. Wash the dishes, wash the clothes etc. Once we’re done with them it’s 9pm, we try to watch a movie and my partner falls asleep of exhaustion within 20 minutes. I try do watch it to the end so I can tell her the summary in the morning.
It’s totally regarding to have kids but I wish the weekend was one day longer.
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Strangely, it is. I love my life, even though it’s damned hard sometimes. No, I’m not jumping out of airplanes into enemy fire, but I’m sacrificing a lot to try to give another few people a great start in life. I love them, and I don’t resent what I do. I’ve intentionally decided to parent 8 times, either through us choosing to get pregnant or adoption, and I wouldn’t change a thing. There’s a beautiful loving support structure around each of us called “family,” and we know there’s people out there who love us.
But yeah, I’m not going to pretend it isn’t difficult. There’s nothing else like it, it’s the most LIFE you can get out of life.
Doing anything meaningful is difficult/challenging. It’s part of what makes it meaningful.