Weekends

This is another thing I've noticed about my shifting schedule - and don't take this as a complaint, because my life and my lifestyle are both pretty amazing at the moment - but I don't really get a "weekend" any more.

Weekend days are different, sure. I see a lot more of +Annette and we have time to do more things together, relax and unwind. We get to sleep in, too! Annette does some housework too, and it's also a good time for us to get big two-person jobs dealt with.

Other than that, a lot of my routine remains largely unchanged from any other day. I'll still unpack the dishwasher, clean the cat litter and make the bed in the mornings, and still cook dinner and pack the dishwasher at night (although I might skip the vacuuming that normally happens every second day). I don't get a distinctive "day off", a day all to myself where I don't have to do any housework.

Granted, my old lifestyle involved living in a flat by myself, where I didn't have to do housework if I didn't want to. I could have whole days to myself, and pay someone else to cook my dinner. I'm sure that if my and Annette's situations were reversed and I was working, I'd be doing odd jobs and gardening on the weekends anyway - it's just part of living in a household where there's always something else to be done.

On the other hand, I am becoming more comfortable with taking a little 
"me time" every day.