I’ve rewritten this post three times in an attempt to discuss our weekends, and it kept beginning with how tired I was by Sunday. Which is undeniably true, but that wasn’t really the message I was trying to send. Like, what’s a weekend? I look forward to them every week, but not because I get to relax. Oh no, weekends are anything but that when you’re a mommy. But that’s okay, and here’s why…

Exhaustion is real, but the happiness of my kids and the experiences and memories made with them far exceeds the exhaustion felt.

My feet hurt from being on the go 24/7. Gymnastics Friday, a soccer game, photo shoot, and bestie sleepover Saturday, and church, brunch, and carving Sunday.

My throat hurts from singing Halloween songs, and twinkle twinkle to Benson so many times.

I’ve got pumpkin seeds hiding under the table, pumpkin guts smeared on the chairs, and plenty of weekend laundry to do.

I also have two happy, sleeping children upstairs, two carved pumpkins on the porch, and five more days until we do another weekend all over again!