Because being a parent today means cramming five days worth of tasks into 48 hours
For most families, weekends are for spending time together and enjoying some rest and relaxation as a family. LOL, just kidding! Weekends are for catching up on 3490583 things we neglected during the week and then some. British dad Simon Hooper is here to remind us that weekends aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.
Hooper recently shared a post on his Instagram account that has parents everywhere tiredly offering a fist bump in solidarity.
This weekend was like trying to fit the weekly shop into a single carrier bag that had the structural integrity of a biscuit that had been dunked one too many times. Cram too much in and it breaks, spilling it's guts all over the pavement to onlookers to stare and mutter ' glad that wasnt me' while you silent sob into a snotty rag you found in your pocket that a kid took a particularly large blown into earlier. Well, we got to that point today – Sport clubs, sleepovers, the zoo, walks in the park / never ending goes on the swings, trips to 5 different shops to find slime ingredients, slime making, loft sorting, cleaning, planning parties, cooking – the list goes on – usually I'm the most positive person in the room but when you add in 2 very over tired older girls & twins who are everywhere at all times, you end up with broken parents. I've now developed an eye twitch so bad that women think I'm coming on to them through winking. Parenting is hard work, but we are own worst enemies some times when we try to do too much. We should give ourselves a break sometimes and remind ourselves we're doing the best we can. Anyone else feel our pain? I'm so tired I could ……zzzzzzzz. #crammingtoomuchin #allformygirls #shitcarrierbagweekend #literallynotimetoeat #Fatherofdaughters #Dadlife #instadad #FOD
“This weekend was like trying to fit the weekly shop into a single carrier bag that had the structural integrity of a biscuit that had been dunked one too many times,” Hooper captioned his post. “Cram too much in and it breaks, spilling it’s guts all over the pavement to onlookers to stare and mutter ‘glad that wasn’t me’ while you silent sob into a snotty rag you found in your pocket that that kids took a particularly large blown into earlier.”
Raise your hand if you’ve been this parent. Where your expectations for a well-planned, perhaps even — dare we say it — calm weekend go to hell in a hand basket because kids. And life. And the goddamn grocery store.
Sat here this afternoon watching Marnie teach her little sisters how to potentially incur an irreversible spinal injury while watching TV, it dawned on me that this will be the first time in almost 2 years that both @mother_of_daughters & I will be away from our brood for more than 1 night and it's all a bit emotional. Yes, they drive us insane and make privacy as impossible as reeling in a blue whale using a garden cane and dental floss, but we're going to really miss them. We just have to keep reminding ourselves that were doing this for a good cause and the work we do with @soaperduper and @wateraid in Madagascar will be making a difference to families who have next to nothing in comparison to us. They'll be in safe hands anyway, just hope that don't break my parents over the next 6 days as I'm quite fond of them. Alarm set for 2.30am, time to hit the sack and wake feeling awful. Remember to follow along from tomorrow morning! #madagascarherewecome #lookafterthechicks #herograndparents #wakingupatthetimeigotobed #charity #Fatherofdaughters #dadlife #instdad #FOD
Hooper, a father of four girls, recounts the events of the weekend: sports, sleepovers, a zoo trip, a park trip, multiple grocery store runs for slime ingredients, making said slime, cooking, cleaning, etc. So that’s two exhausted parents, and four over-tired and cranky kids. Yeah, we’d say that sounds like one of those weekend clusterfucks we’ve all become accustomed to. Because no one knows how to relax anymore.
“I’ve now developed an eye twitch so bad that women think I’m coming on to them through winking,” he writes. “Parenting is hard work, but we are own worst enemies some times when we try to do too much.”
After a morning of ferrying kids around to & from sports clubs, we hunkered down at home until the cabin fever took grip & the need to breath air that wasn't heavily laden with the stale stench dirty nappies became essential. "Let's go for a walk in the woods, It'll be good to get out" are the words that we all cursed as we returned 40 minutes later, each 5kgs heavier than we left thanks to our drenched clothes. Just our luck to get absolutely dumped on after 10 minutes of walking, only for the sun to peak round the clouds & shine its smug git face down us as soon as we'd got the now, gill-having, kids home. As you can see, the family trip out went a down like a cold sick sandwhich. Oh well, i'm sure it will be one of those family stories we'll tell in years to come. And yes, I'm painfully aware I could be a double for the emperor from Starwars in this picture. The force was particularly weak with me today! #cometothedarkside #usetheforceFOD #smuggitsun #byethensummer #5kgsofwaterdrenchedclotheseachplease #Fatherofdaughters #fod #instadad #dadlife
PREACH. We’ve somehow reached, like, peak parenting culture. Doesn’t it feel that way sometimes? If the weather is nice, the pressure is on to go enjoy the day and jam-pack 500 things into a sunny afternoon. If we were too busy during the week, we make up for by cramming five days’ worth of tasks into 48 hours. It’s insane. Whom exactly does it benefit when both the kids and the parents are exhausted and cranky?
Busy weekends are unavoidable sometimes. But they don’t have to be the norm.
If the summer holidays were a person, they'd have alot to answer for. In fact they'd have been called in for questioning & probably locked up for multiple life sentences by now as they get used a scapegoat for anything & everything by the kids. "But it's the summer holiday" is a sentence that rings around our house like an echo designed to make your brain dribble out your ears. It's responsible for: staying up way too late ✔️dinning on a sugary cereals any time between 8am & 7pm✔️ watching previously banned crap on TV ✔️having more biscuits in the house that a mcvities distribution centre ✔️getting away with behaviour that would send family phychologists into early retirement ✔️ random food items inserted into food shop with the stealth of ninja in kashmere socks ✔️ . Oh well, only 3 weeks to go. To top it all, When we got home, I locked eyes with Ottie who then immediately filled her undergarments without so much as a wince. It was then I realised I'd left 62 neatly packed unused nappies in the supermarket by the checkout. I'd forgotten them as I was being hassled for magazines and shopkins. Guess where I'm going now…..more nappies. #summerholidayshavealottoanswerfor #schoolholidays #3wkstogo #imgoingtostartsayingit #sugarhypedkids #dadlife #instadad #FatherofDaughters #fod
Hooper thinks we should take it down a few notches. And a few eye twitches.
“We should give ourselves a break sometimes and remind ourselves we’re doing the best we can. Anyone else feel our pain? I’m so tired I could ……zzzzzzzz.”