Why does it ALWAYS seem to be the weekend? When I was working I used to love weekends - they were my sanctuary - the reward at the end of a hectic week and a chance to relax and do meaningless things that made me happy.
Now I hate them!!! Well, I accept that 'hate' is a strong word.... and I've got so much to be thankful for in my life that every day is good, BUT at the moment every day is the same for me. Same routine, same jobs to do, same trials and tribulations. Andy is working weekends at the moment - not at work but doing a job for my Mum - fitting a new bathroom - and I'm so glad he's taken it on board because she needed a new bathroom but would never have paid a workman to come and do it. But for me it means that I'm alone at home with Billy as I am during the week :-(. He's a good baby and doesn't give me much trouble and I'm so in love with him but I find myself looking forward to my weekday activities such as Mums club and meeting my friends and I never thought I could spend my weekends looking forward to Mondays!!!!! Perhaps I'm going mad! My Mum says if I feel like this then it's about time I went back to work!! I'm not convinced! Can't face that one yet! xxx
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