This is the weekend when I don’t have the boys. Finally I have five minutes to put my feet up and catch up on those world cup games that I missed. Or so I thought.
After spending last weekend catching up with a week’s homework and gossip for them both (Amy Thomas is now playing with Ryan, but won’t share loom bands with Sarah) I suddenly find that I can’t see the bedroom floor for washing and debris. During the week I commute to work and I’m lucky to get time to eat and wash in the same day. The weekend is not long enough to change the beds, iron the shirts, catch up with relatives and sit down to watch football. On the weekend when the boys aren’t with me I find myself busier than when they’re with me.
I always love telephoning the boys at the weekend to find out what they’re up too. It’s usually a long list that includes DVD’s, Hex bugs, top trumps, and I get really jealous. Next I get a list of everything they’ve eaten for 48 hours. This always sounds suspiciously healthy compared to what I’ve let them eat the weekend before.
The boys are always very polite and ask me what I’ve been up to as well. “Washing, ironing…” and unsurprisingly they struggle to sound interested. I’ve now started dodging the question, or saying something generic “very long run this morning” before telling them how many salads I’ve eaten in the last 48 hours. They know that this figure is also suspiciously high.
At points like this I find wondering what it is I need to do at the weekend to make the calls more interesting for them. Which then leads me to think; will they stop coming to see me if I’m not interesting enough? I know that they enjoy coming to see me just because they love me and I’m their father, but it’s a doubt I have everytime we have our weekend call.
Of course as a separated parent I don’t have a budget that supports a weekend of motor racing, bungee jumping, or wind-surfing. With my new job I even struggle to find the time to go running more than a couple of times a week, and this has to be the most low maintenance hobby any weekend parent can have? My (single) house mate has taken up archery which sounds fun, but the costs are still high.
The washing cycle has finished so it’s back to the housework for me. I suppose I will have to keep bribing them with Dominos for now.
Have you ever taken up a hobby or attended an event just to impress your children?