I remember when it was just the two of us. (And Moo. We mustn't forget Moo)
when weekends were for lying around in bed all morning, long breakfasts with the paper if we could be bothered to go and get one and then settling in for a movie marathon, or a leisurely stroll around the shops or a little drive somewhere.
Sometimes, a weekend was an excuse to just close ourselves off from the world and just "be". It was the best. I would always find myself looking forward to the weekend, knowing that it was our time.

Now, though, it's totally different. Weekends mean having to get up and do all the things. There is always something that needs to be done, washing that should be on, chores that have been neglected during the week that need attention, social things that have us screaming at the children to put their shoes on for the sixth time in 20 minutes and no matter how hard we try, we are always always going to be late. I hate it when we're late, and I know that mostly it's MY fault that we are.
I'm the one responsible for getting everyone out that door.
Half the time I'm the one running around looking for MY shoe.
I'm 31, and I don't feel like I'm adult enough for this parenting thing half the time.
Do other parents feel that way?

Weekends are not what they used to be. I still feel that collective sigh of relief when Friday afternoon rolls around, but it's more of a "thank God I don't have to make another school lunch for two days", and our routine relaxes slightly which is always a welcome event in our house.

We don't read the paper anymore at breakfast. In fact, I can't remember the last time we bought one. I'm too busy making pancakes or french toast or porridge and then trying to bribe a child to pack the dishwasher.
We don't have movie marathons all day (unless watching countless hours of Pokemon or Adventure Time count).

Sundays were my favourite day, and now I dread the Sunday "school starts again tomorrow" feeling. It's always a Sunday night that Teeny will announce she has an assignment due Monday morning, and she needs help...even though the week before we asked her many times if she had any homework.
There is always a "will you sign this form that I've had sitting in my bag all week and can I have $7 for this thing that was due last week, and I forgot to tell you about"  from LM and without fail there will be the panicked "I don't have any clean clothes for school tomorrow" dance from both.

Saying that though, I wouldn't go back. Not for all the coffee and pancakes in the world.