I get 8 days off work every month. More precisely, I get 8 days in every 4 weeks, off - equates to 4 weekends.
I do get 3 weekends off
The remaining 2 days are usually Thursday or Friday. Never together. Just isolated days off during the working week.
I have a family
Husband, children, pets...the usual thing
With that family comes all the inevitable, grown up stuff, such as laundry, arguing, cleaning, mediating, cooking, noise, shopping etc...
This happens regardless of whether I'm working or not.
So the weekends when I'm not working are just as stressful as when I am.
Therefore the 2 days when I'm off during the week take on a special meaning to me.
The silence alone is precious
Staying in my pyjamas until 11am is divine
Doing sweet F.A. is a guilty pleasure
Recently, through no fault of their own, my family seems to have been lurking around on all 8 of my days off - school holidays, exam leave, inset days, changed work patterns, illness.
After 3 months of this, I finally saw light at the end on the tunnel. A bright shining beacon. A day off, when I knew I'd been on my own. I became excited, looking forward to it as if it were Christmas and I was a child again.
On the morning of this much anticipated, almost hallowed day.....partner decided not to go to work, so we could have some 'special time together without the children'
No! Bugger and damnation! No!
I want 'ME TIME'
Hey there!
ReplyDeleteWhile I don't have the kids yet (come june I will...), I certainly appreciate the Me Time stuff. My husband is the variety of masculine man that would rather spend time with his wife then watch sport of any variety. I treasure me time. I love him to bits, I really do, but damn...
I should also mention that I wanted to elope for our wedding and he wanted a big one.
No joke, I'm sure he's growing ovaries and a uterus.
Oh, and it's nice to get a follower on twitter who has a friends list of less then 1000 people. =)