Currently, due to staffing issues at work, I am working 6 days a week, and all my lovely friends know this. Today, my ONE day off, started with one friend turning up at 9.45 for coffee, lovely, but I was about to go and do some grocery shopping ... I have LONGED for my day off, to get on with the "stuff" you have to get done... washing, shopping, housework, switch the brain off, friend 1 left, and as I was putting my shoes on to get out of the house, friend 2, turned up for a chill out and an hour and a half catch up. At this point, I began to feel a bit stressy and friend 2 asked me if was ok? I said "not really, I am exhausted and have SO much to get through today, and this 6 day week is a bit much" - she sympathised, and I do love her to bits, but then she put the kettle on for a second cup!!!
arrgghh .... so by nearly 2 p.m. all I managed was to write up my shopping list, hence writing at half past ten tonight, whilst I am still trying to get the washing done. How on EARTH do I deal with this?? I love my friends to bits... but why can't they recognise that I so badly need my time? Any hints?