Nothing Compares to Weekends Spent Simply with Family and Coca-ColaEvery day, I'm juggling between family, work, and house chores. As someone who spends stressful hours on weekdays, weekends are definitely the days I look forward to.
Davao itself has a lot to offer if you want an awesome weekend blow-out; bands, party, booze, beaches, food, adventures, they're everywhere! On weekends, I have the liberty to stay up late and wake up late, spend hours chilling at the mall, get wasted at late night gigs, or have a blast on a planned out-of-town getaway. But ever since I became a mom, weekends have never been the same.
During the first year of being a mom, I thought weekends stopped being fun. Well, actually it did. The supposed hours spent chilling at the mall is replaced with a mountain of laundry and clothes to iron. Gigs turned to whines, woes, and endless badgers from my little monster. Getaways become pretty exhausting that I would rather stay all day in bed, recharging for another stressful week. In short, weekends were no different from my dreaded work days; it turned to be a routine that's downright tiring and a hell lot boring.
I thought I'm gonna have to live with and get used to that. But then I chose not to. I prodded myself to let go of my old life and embrace the new one instead. I opened my eyes to an abundance of small blessings. Yes, the sudden change of my weekend activities has caught me off guard but it taught me a lot of things too, one is, learning to appreciate and be thankful even to the littlest and simplest things.
Gone are the days of being careless and free. But who says I can't have fun without the usual gigs, parties and getaways? I believe that even the simplest things and the most mundane activities can make the weekends the greatest. Point is, there are little things around us that can actually make us happy, only, they often go unnoticed. I always think or plan of the great things that I want to happen instead of looking at the things that I already have, so it's no surprise that I ended up complaining. I have always regarded that it is the grandest, most expensive, and finest happenings that make the best memories; but I realized that more often than not, the fondest and most cherished ones are created from genuine happiness. Happiness in their simplest form.
|Good book + Coke + scenic view of Mt. Apo. A well-deserved weekend. :)|