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What Weekend?

This is a gripe-y post.  Brace yourselves.

I have no time to myself.

Like none.

I work 60 hours per week on average.  When I get home from work, my time is spent preparing dinner, eating it, watching thirty minutes of TV, cleaning up the kitchen, some form of exercise on some days (walking, running, DVD exercises, yoga), taking care of my puppy (feedings, walking, playing) and then it’s time for bed, which includes preparation thereof (showering, brushing and flossing teeth, lotion-izing).

I used to look forward to the weekends.

Two full days of nothing but “me” time.  Before recently, on weekends, I used to go shopping, grocery shop, get manis/pedis, watch TV, which includes ANYTHING I wanted, including (but not limited to) The Notebook, Love Actually and Moulin Rouge!

Holy moly has this changed.

 

Namely – the parents have invaded. Here is the transcript of my conversation with my MIL (around 12:15 p.m. yesterday):

MIL:    Hi!  What are you doing?

ME:     I’m at the office working.  What are you doing?

MIL:    Oh, we just got out of church and wanted to come see you.

ME:     Sure, what time?

MIL:    We can come over to your house now.

ME:     Oh, no, I can’t right now.  I’m working at the office.  I won’t get out of here until 3 or 4.

MIL:    Oh okay.  Well, we can head over to the house and meet you there.  (They live 30 minutes away.)

ME:     No, I can’t leave right now because I have a lot of work.  I won’t be home until 3 or 4.

MIL:    That’s okay.  We have a copy of the key.  We can just let ourselves in and wait for you.

::crickets::

This is my life people.

I love both sets of parents tremendously.  But, I am getting worn thin.

So, between all this – I relish this following time alone: breakfast.  During the weekdays, Binks takes the puppy for a walk in the morning and I get a full 30 minutes to get creative.  And, have I been getting creative!

Remember the potato-luv post?!  I had extra sweet potatoes to use up.  And, did I ever!

So, please tell me – do you ever deal with this?  Do you find yourself being pulled in all different directions?  How do you cope?  Am I just being a baby?

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