Weekends. Weekends mean different things depending on if you are a parent of kids that still live with you or not. Weekends are full of hope and promise. They are full of mornings overcome with spectacular gratefulness for the family you have. And if you are a parent of littles, at the end of the day, those grateful feelings getting completely flip flopped on their head. You end the day with extreme guilt. Guilt with a capital G. This is because your intensions are always good. Always. You love your kids and are grateful for the time you can spend with them over the weekend. However, you are also a person. A person with dreams of your own. Ambitions of your own. You start off thinking you can check off both spending wonderous, loving time with your kids as well as sneaking in some of your own work to help advance your family's chance to continue to travel to all the beautiful places in the world to enhance their experiences as children. Yes, your motivation is to help them develop a habit of travelling so they can find ways in their adulthood to continue onto this path. And, fingers crossed, will want to take you along when you are old and too frail to go on your own. It's a balancing act that always ends up not being that - balanced. Seems pretty impossible. Someone always ends up being disappointed: either your kids or you. But you try each Saturday morning, anyway. The hope is that when you ARE busy with work, your kids find a creative way to entertain themselves such as my girls making matching hair styles above :)
