Weekends are for Resting

I always looked forward to weekends so that I could wind down and relax after a long weeks work of 20 or 30 hours. But nowadays, it just doesn't happen. My wife knows everyone under the Sun and I have a 3 and 1 year old, so...
Example. Friday we went to the Watsons after work for dinner and hangin out. I believe we got home after 9 and then spent the next hour or so putting kids to bed. Saturday, Joanna had to get up and cook for a baby shower for her friend. So I took care of the kids for the most part all day until she got home around 4 o'clock. During the day, I played bball with them, pushed them on the swing, took them to Zaxbys and Target, and then came home for rest and naps. Thats when I heard the awful sound of water drips on my entry way floor. So with both kids in my arms I darted upstairs to see the sink overflowing (drain was backed up), onto the floor. The carpet was soaked. Downstairs the light fixture was filled with water and there were 2 big water stains in the ceiling. So I fought back a few unnecessary words, put the kids down, got out my wrench and snake-it and unclogged the drain. What a man I am. This made us late to Jeff Kudrna's birthday party. I got me a black lager and said now I get to chill, talk to some peeps, and play pool. None of that happened, as I volunteered to watch the kids while others did the above. I pushed Shea, Ella and Seth on the swing, taught them how to climb across the monkey bars, and got spit up on by Nash. It was a great night. Really, I enjoyed it. Then today, Sunday, got home from church, mowed the lawn and cut down limbs, then went to eat with the Owings. Now I am home finally, resting for a long week at work. Well not too long, we leave Wed for Navarre Beach again for the 2nd time in as many weeks...I guess my life is pretty cool after all.