Not sure if it’s my age or the age of my boys, but these days the weekend knackers me out! I get to Monday morning and feel like the proverbial bus has not just knocked me down but reversed and taken a second pop.
I’m 42, should I feel this exhausted? Has my ability to keep up with life peaked? Am I on the downward slope to slippers and bed by 9pm? The boys are 5 and 7, everything in me knows that I still have years ahead of me in regards to keeping up with their passion and enthusiasm for life. I have years of rough and tumble, Saturday morning adventures and sport to drag this bag of tiredness through! Is there an elixir of youth I can take and is it available on the NHS?
The highlight of this weekend was whilst attending the 3rd party of the weekend, rescuing Jasper from up a tree. I had warned him against going too high and that getting up is easier than getting down, but my sage words of advice went unheard, washed away by the deaf zeal of 7-year-old optimism. As I looked down from the top branches of my mate’s apple tree, I couldn’t help but mutter the words of many a dad in such a situation:
“I’m getting to old for this!
