...that the weekends are just not long enough to accomplish what needs to be accomplished in life?
One thing I miss about being married (because I never lived with anyone other than my ex husband, I have no other frame of reference for this), is that I could share tasks around the house. Although my ex was one of the laziest men I know, there were things that didn't fall on my shoulders.
Now they do.
If I didn't want to ever enjoy myself on the weekend, hey, I could probably get everything done.
But I can't cook for the week, do the laundry, vacuum, wash the floors, do all the dishes from the cooking, and get everything else I need accomplished, all done on the weekend.
And evenings, well, there's just no way in hell. I'm lucky I am able to prepare dinner, and frequently, I don't.
It's already 8:30, I'm making a lentil soup (spicy...with tomates, carrots, turnip - big bag for $2!!! - and sausage), doing dishes that I neglected this weekend, I need to color my hair because my old lady hair is growing out, and I use henna, because it's the most natural looking (having been a redhead it's really hard to match the red....very very difficult, henna does the best job of making it look semi-natural).
I can see that I'll still have henna in my hair at 10pm tonight, while I'm sitting on the sofa, waiting, yawning, unable to watch the tube any longer...
And then tomorrow starts the work week, yet again.
And the vacuuming & floor washing that didn't get done will get worse, the dishes will pile up, as will the laundry.
We haven't even discussed what needs doing outside yet.
Sigh. Why do I have a house again? What was I thinking?
And I haven't done anything I really wanted to. I want to make some jewellery, I want to finish editing the photos I took this week (hell stuff I took 4 months ago as well), I want to sort thru things and decide what to sell.
Time is so fleeting, I'm watching it pass me by as I do laundry.