I really like my weekends. I like the freedom to do what I want, I try to get some sleep, I like to spend time with my husband, and I try to get at least a little bit of school work finished. I don't always get to have my weekends to myself, though. It feels like this weekend went by way too fast.
Friday nights are already taken up by Friday night alive. By the time I get home it's already almost 10:00pm. At least it's been almost ten the last two weeks because people don't pick up their children on time. It's over at 9 o'clock people!!! I am not a baby-sitter. I am a volunteer who would like to go home on time.
Yesterday, Andrew and I had invitations to two different events. I ended up going to only the afternoon event because I was just too peopled-out and I needed to do some marking. Anyone who knows me, knows that I am an introvert who gets stressed out by being with lots of people for too long. It's really the noise that gets to me. Anyway, I did not attend the evening shin-dig but at the same time, people were asking Andrew where I was. I know that people appreciate when both Andrew and I attend their special celebrations, but I can't possibly go to all of them. Especially now that I have started teaching. I don't think that people understand how much work it is to be a beginning teacher - unless they have done it and even then I think that some of them forget. I like what I'm doing a lot and I really want to do a good job but it takes up lots of time.
This morning I went to church and I discovered there was a meeting after church that I didn't know about. I also wanted to stay to listen to the Bible study that Andrew was leading for the young adults on the Sacraments. But this meant that I wasn't home until 4:00pm. I was supposed to go play softball at 5:30pm but I just couldn't bring myself to go. I have school work to do and I am stalling right now.
I guess the point of the story is that I wish I could do it all, but I can't. I just hope that people understand that I have my own life and can't do everything that my husband does. It's not that I don't want to, it's that I just physically can't...
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