Week-ends...

Tensed, head ache, having trouble concentrating, aggressiveness, what is going on here?  Ahh its the week-end.
I always dread the week-end, scared that what ever I say or do will be considered as me being a miserable wicked witch!
Well this time I tried something new, to ease myself in, maybe help take the stress off.  I read some place that to make this transition easier, I need to find things to do.  I set out on this adventure, looking at community classes, or sports, event thought I should get a puppy.  Well there were no sports or classes out there, and a puppy, really? Not my most brilliant idea.  So I did the next best thing set up dinner with one of my dear friends, adult time away from my spouse and the kids.  I could almost hear the ice in my margaritas.
After a nice dinner and great conversation, I headed back home. Slightly scared of what I was going to walk in on.  I knew the house would consist of three 10-12 year olds, not to mention my spouse's poker buddies.As expected the house was in a slight mess, and quickly I began to see red, kids were everywhere, my spouse was playing with his buddies and no-one bothered to tidy the kitchen after dinner?
Well I began to lets say growl, trying to remember to breathe, that at least the kids were not doing drugs.
 It was very difficult to not sweat the small stuff.  I was pretty disgruntled, to me this seemed as a form of disrespect. With that the children would be quick to follow in the foot steps of the father.  What was I doing here?
I tidied the kitchen, changed in more relaxed clothes, and looked up other ways to help me along in dealing with the little challenges headed my way.
I've always wanted to write, and what better way than to blog? I quickly began typing, words flowing.  And to my satisfaction it seemed to work.
Saturday I escaped again to work. Three o'clock I was soon to head back home, and the dread began again.  What was I to find today?
I was happily surprised the boys had done their chores, house was in one piece, what more could I ask for?
I quickly relaxed.
Not long after did I notice that there was a lack of respect, in this house.  It seemed that our oldest had a friend visiting, and to make himself look good, he would use attitude or defy our decisions.  I sat my spouse down and we decided there would be a family meeting, Sunday.  We would remind our boy of the rules that had to be followed and give him once again the explanation.  However the attitude continued, as did the lack of respect.  To that we began to take away privileges and his allowance.  It was easily seen on the boys face that he was not very happy with us, however we advised him we would talk about it Sunday.  
Sunday was quick to pass.
With our youngest  going back with his mom, always a sad time for us.  The house was once again quiet,  we sat the oldest down, time for our family meeting and discuss the issues at hand.  It seemed well received.  I was cautious, were we too lenient?  Is this how normal families function?  Does every mother have these thoughts?  Why is there is still  no place for me??