Had an unexpected 4-day weekend last weekend, and was really looking forward to it, then my girlfriend convoluted it with visits from friends and family, a plumber $200 later, our neighbors mooched our lawn guy, and she felt the need to be an intermediary between grown men completely capable of negotiating their own terms, oh, a grocery list for poutine that no one asked for, and every moment of calm was the "perfect" opportunity for daily chores. Almost wish I had worked Friday and Monday because those days felt more like a work day than an actual work day.
And June is already booked. We have another friend, an elderly woman from out of town who's going to both a funeral and a reunion over the next couple of weeks, who's coming in tomorrow, staying with us for a day, driving away, coming back, staying with us again, then driving home. Oh, her sister and brother-in-law are coming in too for a completely unrelated event while she's here, so we're giving up our master bedroom for them. Her nieces are here now from Oklahoma after a concert they attended last night; I had to run to the grocery store TWICE for foods they like.
I'm fucking 42. I look forward to days I'm not "supposed" to do something, then those days are coopted by people casually doing what they want to do and my gf's insatiable need to please everyone around her. Then guess who she blames and complains to when she's overwhelmed. This guy. I'm seriously considering staging my own own kidnapping so I can get a break from everybody else.