Weekend Review

How was your weekend?

These four words are often said on Monday mornings.  By coworkers.  In emails between friends.  On the telephone with our mothers.

I usually respond by listing off the things I did that weekend.  Grocery shopping.  Picking up the house.  Dinner with friends (on a good weekend).  Swinging at the park.  Reading books with Lukas.  And I always end the conversation the same way.  "This weekend was too short."

It is always too short.  Especially when you have a little one and you have to go back to work on Monday morning.  Actually, it was probably too short when it was just me and my husband.  Any time spent with my family is cherished time, but it is never quite enough.  Does anyone else feel this way?

Perhaps I'm approaching the question wrong.  Perhaps I need to reframe how I reiterate my weekends and share them with the world.  Rather than thinking that we didn't have enough time, what if we embraced the time we did spend together and spoke of the joy that was shared in those minutes and hours of the weekend.

This weekend was fantastic.

I started the weekend early and picked Lukas up from school well before the usual time.  I said YES when my son asked to listen to Bob the Builder on repeat for twenty minutes in the car, bringing him the type of joy that only a 2 year old can appreciate.  I smiled watching him sing, dance and kick his feet despite being restrained in his car seat.  I found myself singing along - "Can we fix it....YES WE CAN!"

We surprised daddy at work and broke him out early too.  Seeing this daddy show of his son to his colleagues made me love my husband even more.  He's so proud to simply be Lukas' dad.  It was worth the drive home in rush hour traffic where Lukas and I sang Christmas songs together and hunted for Christmas lights.  Our whole car ride was soundtracked by his voice yelling out "Lukas' side" or "mommy's side" as he pointed out the houses with Christmas lights along the different sides of the street.

That night we learned that Lukas loves white rice and will shove it in his mouth by the spoonful.  I am continuously surprised by what he will and will not eat.  The night ended with me and Mr. Cob reconnecting about our weeks while laying on the couch and Lukas asleep soundly in his crib.

I was lucky to spend all Saturday morning with my little man while my big man was out running errands.  We didn't leave the house all morning.  Instead we snuggled up watching TV, we read 3 different Dr. Seuss books on the couch, we played with dinosaurs and stuffed animals.  And we had bathtime in the middle of the day.  For an hour.  We were both soaking wet after it was all said and done.  I imagined that this is how my weekdays would feel if I was a SAHM and remembered that I probalby wouldn't find as much happiness in the simple parenting things if I was doing them every single day. 

After a nap my little family of three ventured out Christmas shopping.  We selected gifts for loved ones and even snuck in a few presents for Lukas without him noticing.  Mr. Cob and I were so excited that we almost gave him the gift as soon as we got home but decided it would be best to wait for Christmas morning, like responsible adults.  I ended that evening reading to Lukas, rocking him and laying down on the floor next time him at his request.  And once the little man was asleep, my husband and I had some time together as well.

On Sunday we went on a "grand adventure"!  (When's the last time you went on an adventure?  I suggest you try it soon.  Lukas' joy at going on an adventure overflowed into both Mr. Cob and me.)  Our adventure was to the playground at the Peachtree-Dekalb airport where were watched "jumbo jets" land and take off while swinging and going down the slide.  Lukas was thrilled.  We finished the day by wrapping Christmas gifts, going to the Farmer's Market, shopping at an antique store and Skyping (and laughing) with our family in California.   

Last night Lukas cried when I left his room.  So I returned and we rocked and cuddled.  I then laid down on the floor and tried to sneak out five minutes later.  He cried again.  Even though it was much past his bedtime, and he was exhausted from the adventuring, I think he just wasn't ready to separate from his momma.  And neither was I.  So I went back in for round 3 and we rocked and snuggled again.  I laid on the floor longer this time, simply listening to him breathe.  My heart filled with warmth remembering our weekend together. Eventually I tip-toed out of his room without waking him up.

We didn't see friends this weekend.  We didn't see family.  It was just my little Swan family.  And it may have gone by too fast, as the days seem to do these days.  There is still laundry to be done.  The are dishes in the sink and leaves in the yard.  But the weekend was wonderful.  It was filled with enough joy to sustain me for five days until we get to do it all over again.  And it may have been short, but it was full.