Who else has weekends that seem designed to make you wish you were back at work?
This sounds dreadful – but really; there are limits. I’m feeling stretched awfully thin at the moment, and all I would really like is a week to myself. Actually, that wouldn’t do; what I really want is a few hours a week, set aside, for my things and my stuff and me!!
I hate the way life conspires to make me feel guilty for wanting this.
I hate the way I feel the need to do a full house-worth of housework before I can give myself permission to sit down.
I hate the way that there’s always tasks piling up to do on the weekend, despite struggling all week to keep them in check.
We had a good weekend; it just wasn’t the slightest bit restful. I did no gardening. I made no phonecalls. I met no-one for coffee. I did none of my reading or writing; I got not one chance to fiddle with my crafts – they’re in a drawer for another record-breaking week. And what about the baking? The marmelade?
Shopping – cooking – errands – diy – cleaning – washing – ironing. We did go to a children’s party yesterday which was excellent. Mouse was enchanted and had a thoroughly amazing time. It’s hit a pretty rocky bottom, though, when your social life exists in turfing small sprats out of ball pools and zinging them down slides. I love doing this. But it needs to take its place once again in the round of things I would normally do, but now don’t.
Amen sister! I think you have just (exquisitely) expressed my exact emotional state at the moment.
Ag, Mamatried. I’m tired out, and it’s only Monday.
How did pre-feminist women cope? At least we can get out of the house occasionally! I want a domestic servant!!
I hope you are doing as I am, and are indulging in a glass of red and a chocolate brownie. Love to you!
There are some advantages to being over 60 and retired but there are still lots of duties and why don’t we let ourselves chill out more? I’ve just had a fun time in London but now I’ve got to get down to chores – they are always there aren’t they and they just mount up if we don’t do them. I allow myself a cleaner once a month and it’s bliss for a day or two after that. Hope to give you a chill out time here in June. Lots of love C
the solution is simple – drink! That way everyone feels sorry for you, plus you get to drink lots. Everyone’s a winner!
Carole – can’t wait! I literally. Cannot. Wait. Love to you too!
Al – your positivity and practical solutions (hic!) shine through as ever. If only my filosofee were as simple as yours. All your ideas have legs!
I think pre-feminist women coped by either a) having ’staff’ or b) pickling themselves in G&T by 11am.
Yes, make time for yourself and your stuff. Stuff the housework – it’ll help R build a strong immune system!
You’re a wonder and an inspiration!
G & T – a diamond answer!!
If only I was a wonder, it would make it all worthwhile! As it is I rate myself no higher than mildly interesting….
I keep telling you, balls to housework…says she the clean freak. it’ll still be there tomorrow. take the iron as needed approach, washing on before bed – hang out in morning, hoover only when needed and give R a duster to ‘play’ helping mummy. either that or become a hermit!
From you that’s a good one!
Hermitry sound the more viable option, actually…..