One of the fortunate side effects of lockdown has been that I have had time to just relax and enjoy a bit of quiet time.
Before lockdown, my weekends would be fraught with business and I'd be back to work on Monday morning feeling frazzled and hoping that the next weekend would be better.
Even if I plan in time to myself, inevitably DP's friends or family might arrange something and invite us along and it never seems right to say "no, I'm spending Saturday afternoon doing nothing" It's not a "valid" excuse. DP doesn't want to miss out and I don't blame him, but it seems to be like this every weekend and I always think next weekend will be better.