Dh has MS and is just getting over a relapse that lasted about 4 weeks. I work f/t as a teacher and he is sahd, so the last few weeks have been a massive strain for all of us, though of course, worst for dh who is the one who is actually ill.
This week he has been pretty much back to normal, which is obviously fanatastic. Last night he went round to a friend's house 7.30-12, and this morning he has gone back to his home town (1.5 hours away) to rehearse for a gig he has coming up (plays saxaphone, was semi-prof before he met me.) He will be back tomorrow teatime.
Playing for the first time is always a massive thing for him after a relapse as he always worries he may never play again and it is his passion. Likewise, seeing friends and having a drink - I guess when he's relapsing he has visions of himself as an invalid who can never leave the house and do 'normal' stuff. I know all this, so why am I massively resentful of his plans this weekend? It means it will be the 5th or 6th weekend in a row that I have had almost (completely this time) sole responsibility for the dc (6 and 3), housework and no time to do any planning or marking except in the evenings, so pretty much no rest time.
I have had an arse of a week at work (thread on Staffroom), we are expecting OFSTED any day, but probably just after Easter, which means no real holiday then, and I feel at breaking point. I should play with the dc, do some craft or something but I just can't muster up the energy. We moved just before the relapse, so no friends close by and I feel so guilty about the time of it the dc are having (though must admit they seem fine - we now have a big house with lots of nooks and crannies for them to turn into submarines etc).
I have a lot to be grateful for - dh has recovered, the house etc but I feel crap. Oh, and as he left, he mentioned that his mum has bought us a dishwasher and it will be delivered today but he doesn't know what time. So we have to stay in and I don't know where it is going to fit - think I should be moving the fridge and a free-standing cupboard but I can't summon up the strength. If the John Lewis man tuts at me, I can see myself making a tit of myself and crying. So another thing that, grateful as I am for it, feels like a massive pita this weekend.
AIBU to just want a weekend off myself?