Why we choose to send our kids to their grandparent’s house on the weekends.
Kids, what kids?
I once watched a segment on Good Morning America and it was talking about parents who were in an uproar because of a couple that sends their two-year-old to her grandparent’s house, 52 weekends a year.
Appalling, right? What horrible parents, right? How DARE they spend all day working, come home and spend the rest of the evening with their toddler and on the weekends they want some time to themselves. Those selfish parents! Why did they even have a kid if they were going to pawn them off on the weekends?
As for me, I would NEVER send just one of my kids to their grandparent’s house on the weekend… I send ALL FIVE OF MY KIDS to their grandparent’s house on the weekend. Yup, that’s right. See ya, kids! When Friday rolls around, my husband and I do THE HAPPY DANCE as we drop all five kids off at their grandparent’s house. As a matter of fact, they are barely inside the door before we are kissing them, saying our goodbyes and running to the nearest bar for a drink! Okay, maybe not the nearest bar, we class it up a little and go to Applebees. My husband and I often joke when people ask us where our kids are. We say, “Kids? What kids?”
I can already hear the negative thoughts and gasps as I write.
Here is why I choose to send my kids away on the weekends.
I am a stay-at-home mom.
My life revolves around my kids, literally. When I wake up, take a poop, or want a nap, I have a little one that is right by my side. Cheering me on, while I’m on the toilet and keeping me up when I’m trying to sleep. I speak “baby babble” fluently and hold 90 percent of my conversations with two toddlers. I run my older girls here and there and everywhere- I am at their beckoned call. When they forget their lunch, I am there. For every performance, competition or activity, I am there. This is undoubtedly what I signed up for when I decided to birth five kids.
After hiring a nanny, my time and energy are still primarily devoted to the kids. Even when they’re are not around, they’re always there in my head. Their little whiny voices and hectic schedules play over and over again like a record. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job; I am full of gratitude for my five gifts. But for my own sanity and to keep from being “that mom” who lives up under their kids 24/7 and pops antidepressants or a Xanax to cope, I choose to take a break.
I think it is healthy for my kids to take a break from me.
My kids and I spend a lot of time together. Because of this, at times I feel like they don’t appreciate me. They take the time we spend together for granted and they don’t value the full worth of what they have at home (especially the older ones). A little time away gives us both time to reform, miss each other and treasure being at home as a family.
Unless we are away on a trip, we never really get a full weekend away.
Let’s be real here. I have five kids. Most of them are in some type of time-consuming activity or sport. As dedicated and involved parents, there is no way we could miss a game or a cheer competition. Therefore, a lot of our weekends consist of bringing them to their grandparent’s house and then turning around and picking one or two of them right back up to shuffle them to an activity, game, practice or birthday party. But, we ALWAYS, and I repeat ALWAYS return them right back to their grandparent’s so we can pick up our adult time where we left off!
MY MARRIAGE NEEDS IT!
I don’t know about you, but it can sometimes be hard to generate the SPICE in a relationship when you have kids. Your toddler is sleeping between you and your husband, while your 3-year-old is banging down the door trying to get in your room. All of this, as your older girls fight, cry and tattle every five seconds. Sending them to their grandparent’s house gives us time to have a date night. Not just a quick trip to the movies and then back to the kids. A full night to ourselves, to see a movie and go to dinner, then back to an empty house, with an EMPTY BED! (You get my drift).
Not every parent wants to spend weekends away from their kids.
You know what? That is okay. I understand when parents don’t want to be away from their kids on the weekends. There are several factors that surround a parent’s decision to leave their kids on the weekends. For example, my mother. My mother worked all day and often her work was carried from the office into the home. She would be up late at night during the week putting together presentations and some weekends she was required to take her clients out. My brother and I went to my grandmother’s daycare, all day, Monday-Friday. When my mom had a free weekend she wanted her kids HOME. We didn’t do a bunch of family outings, just being home as a family meant the world to her. Even though I hated not being able to spend the night at my friend’s house, in hindsight I understand and appreciate her choice.
Some parents would love to spend one night away, but don’t always have the means to pay for a babysitter or have grandparents and sitters that can watch their child/children every weekend. Then, there are the parents that know how quickly their babies turn into adults and want to cherish every waking moment with them because they know how fast time flies by.
Believe it or not, I feel the same way. Time does fly by quickly. My kids will be grown and out of my house before I know it. But if mommy doesn’t get a break, my precious time may be spent behind bars, for losing my mommy $h!+, (just kidding). In all seriousness, my kids and I spend an immeasurable amount of time together creating memories that will last a lifetime. Just not on Friday nights!
My way of spending my weekends may not work for everyone. This concept works for me, my sanity and my marriage! My husband and I are on the same accord when it comes to shipping our kids off, which makes it that much easier. We will continue to have at least one overnight evening on the weekend dedicated to patron shots and adult conversations.
By the way, is it Friday yet?