Married woman, mom of teens, Sunday edition. Woke at 9:00. Had sex, showered. Made leisurely brunch, ate when the teen got up around 11. Went out to get a Christmas tree, spent the afternoon putting it up. Early dinner, then decorated Christmas cookies all evening while admiring our tree and listening to holiday music. Lovely day.

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Anonymous wrote:This thread started off so nice. We should have more like it in the future. It would be great if Jeff started a single women sub section! It’s lame that some of you felt a need to crash the party.

Why not start DCUrbansinglewoman forum for that purpose? Why post on DCUM?

There’s plenty of pie here, greedy Karen.

Single girl life, kid at dad's: I woke up and lazed around for a few hours, walked to a sports bar to watch football with friends, then went to a concert and had dinner with some other friends. It was a good Sunday.

Anonymous wrote:This thread started off so nice. We should have more like it in the future. It would be great if Jeff started a single women sub section! It’s lame that some of you felt a need to crash the party.

Why not start DCUrbansinglewoman forum for that purpose? Why post on DCUM?

Anonymous wrote:Why do so many married women feel compelled to share their perfect weekend in this thread?I'm widowed and therefore single. I made some yoga at home, baked cookies, went for ar run in the afternoon with DD and her boyfriend and invited my mother for dinner.

For the same reason as single women, including you, shared their weekend?

This thread started off so nice. We should have more like it in the future. It would be great if Jeff started a single women sub section! It’s lame that some of you felt a need to crash the party.

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Anonymous wrote:Married girl life: my husband drove me to the airport at 6am for a flight to NYC so I could get my Christmas spirit on while he takes care of the home front for 72 hours. So far, I’ve had a steak at Minetta’s, strolled the Bryant Park Winter Village, and had a nap in my hotel. I’m preparing to go shop now.

What’s the point of this?

I would never travel to NYC without my husband. It's not safe.

lol. As if your husband could protect you from whatever you’re afraid of.

PS—NYC is incredibly safe.

If your husband is a State Trooper, carries a concealed weapon and is an expert marksman, he can protect you! I sure do love my State Trooper husband.

Anonymous wrote:Not getting up till 12:30 - that's concerning
relationship status unimportant

My teen does that but his brain is still forming

Not getting up till 12:30 - that's concerning
relationship status unimportant

Why do so many married women feel compelled to share their perfect weekend in this thread?I'm widowed and therefore single. I made some yoga at home, baked cookies, went for ar run in the afternoon with DD and her boyfriend and invited my mother for dinner.

Anonymous wrote:A true tiger mom would first wake up at 5:00 to exercise and then do the rest of your list.

I said low key! Full on tiger would have way more instrument practice, kid would be at minimum level 8 swim, and he’d be studying at night not attending a social event with his dad. And I don’t think Tiger mom would be getting up at 5 to exercise, more like pack an elaborate lunch, cut a bunch of fresh fruit, and prep a no sugar smoothie.

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Anonymous wrote:And? I have the same day except I'm married and have 3 children too. DH brings me coffee in bed on the weekends and I sleep in until whenever I would like to get up. Today was 11. He takes care of the children during the weekend.

Why so defensive? This post wasn’t an attack on YOU.

It is not defensive. OP tried to described her weekend as perfect when indeed it is boring as hell. I am reading all these mom's weekends and they are so much more fun!

Where did OP describe her weekend as perfect? See, this is the defensiveness I’m talking about! You’re reading judgment into her post that isn’t there.

And frankly? All these weekends sound completely quotidian.