Every weekend I feel like sense of unease and anxiety that I'm not spending them 'properly' or enjoying them enough. I'm not sure what spending a weekend 'properly' even looks like... I think that I hate being at home and having nothing to do. Usually the feeling will creep in and I'll find myself going shopping as it's the only thing I can think of to do and then I look around B&M or Homesense or wherever I've ended up and think this is where we're all choosing to spend our precious time off. This is it for my life? It gives me a bit of an existential crisis.
I'll try and do something wholesome like go for a nice walk with the dogs or do some baking but afterwards the dread creeps back in.
The only weekends where I don't get this feeling is when I've gone away for the weekend, but I can't do that that often.
Does anyone else get this?