When I was single, weekends were a time for drinking, dancing, takeaways and watching E4 under a blanket on the sofa. Maybe I’d meet friends for lunch, go to the cinema, hang out in Selfridges for 6-hours, or just spend the day in bed eating crisps, because I could.
When I first met the Greek God(zilla), weekends became the time to get out of London for a couple of days. We’d go to the pub, meet other couples for dinner and occasionally go to the theatre. During cricket season, I’d meet friends for lunch, go to the cinema, hang out in Selfridges for 6-hours, or just spend the day in bed eating crisps, because I REALLY liked to do that. Although, this did mark the beginning of the end for my waistline.
When we moved in together, weekends were when we’d do stuff around the house, do the weekly food shop together, and have friends over for drinks before going out for a curry. This was before I could cook and the Greek God(zilla)’s specialty was chicken jalfrezi in a jar.
Then we had our boy and our weekends became all about him. Our social life revolved around his sleep schedule and feeding times. On the weekends when we were not required to be at a family birthday, christening, anniversary or house-warming, we would push a sleeping baby in his buggy around the local park before returning home to defrost something that Yiayia had left in our freezer. On the rare occasions I was still awake past 9pm, we’d watch a film together on the sofa.
When I returned to work after maternity leave, we’d take turns on the early morning shift. This is also when our weekends were scheduled on rotation. One weekend we might visit the Greek God(zilla)’s family, the next it would be mine, then we’d see old friends of mine, old friends of his, and new friends we had made as a couple. Then there was our son’s playdates, which had to be on a Saturday because we both worked during the week. By the following weekend, it would have been 6-weeks since we visited Yiayia (or had our freezer stocked) and so the cycle would start again.
Now that our son is at school and I no longer work full-time, our weekends have become a place of rest and calm again. As we have more time during the week to see family and friends, we have found ourselves with whole Saturdays and Sundays to do as we please.
Last weekend we had NOTHING in the diary. So, after lunch at Yiayia’s (What?! We’ve still got to eat!) we spent the next day doing this.
We walked for 2-hours, read the newspapers, had a long lunch and did not speak to another soul all day, or even drink ANY wine.
This past weekend, we went to the Greek God(zilla)’s cricket club to watch him… umpire. He bruised his thumb so couldn’t actually play. And, now our toddler is a boy and I no longer need to chase him around the pitch, walk him up and down the stairs to the clubhouse, or stop him from mixing up the score cards, it was actually quite relaxing. In a ‘watching your husband umpire is quite boring’ kind of way.
Next weekend, *whispers* we have another completely clear two days.