A good weekend?

Lately I have heard myself complain quite a bit about getting to the end of the weekend and feeling more tired than when I started. To me weekends have always been a time to recharge. A time to get extra sleep and extra rest and come away feeling more refreshed. It seems that the older my kids get the less my weekends are even close to restful. This got me thinking...

Maybe my logic is flawed? Maybe weekends SHOULD be exhausting if they are good ones? When I get to the end of my life I am not going to remember the weekends I got plenty of rest. I am going to remember the ones that I spent out running around with my kids. Screaming on the sidelines of a lacrosse or soccer or football game. The ones where we get up extra early to go outside and play and stay up late doing sidewalk chalk or eating ice pops.

Do I want to be defined by being a well-rested mother or the kind of mother who drinks it all in. A Mom who spends every extra minute on the weekend having and creating as much fun as possible. So my new philosophy will be that if I am not exhausted by the end of the weekend I am just not doing it right.