Monday: As I left the house for the fourth time that day, I said to my husband, “It’s exhausting being me, you know.”
Friday: My feet seem hardly to have touched the ground all week. Post holiday, it was back-to-work day on Tuesday so this week has been a busy one as I tried to fit two weeks work into one. Throw in a couple of unexpected problems and I worked flat out for my contracted sixteen hours plus several extra ones! In between times I’ve been to Slimming World, the gym three times, had my hair done, met a friend for coffee and had visitors … and all this with no eye make-up! Explanation further on.
A busy weekend beckons too. On Saturday I am looking after my small grandsons whilst Mummy accompanies Daddy to a music festival where his band are playing. On Sunday we have visitors for lunch (I have to shop this afternoon). Monday’s activity will begin at 9am with a hair appointment and then the gym. In the afternoon it’s a 65th birthday barbecue and then to Slimming World (not great timing, I know)! And then back to work on Tuesday. As Husband has no doubt noted (though curiously has not mentioned), I haven’t made a cake in three weeks. The sentence which I utter most often must surely be, “I don’t know where the time goes.”
The next few weeks will offer little in the way of free time. I also have a 60th birthday lunch, a 70th birthday lunch, a birthday party, a film morning with lunch at a friend’s to follow, a long-planned day out with my eldest granddaughter, several meet-ups with friends for coffee or lunch, and a big family party (almost 40 of us) at my cousin’s house (good job she has a massive garden – we’re all hoping for a dry sunny day) where my grandchildren will encounter relatives they’ve never met before. With appointments for nails and hair, gym sessions, shopping, housework and a hundred other things that always seem to need doing, my diary rarely has a spare line. OK, maybe I don’t schedule housework (apart from daughter-in-law’s ironing) but I do write in when I will have time to go shopping! Evenings are usually much calmer, though I have had to arrange to see friends for dinner instead of for lunch on a couple of occasions as I simply don’t have a free day. Later in August The Ladies’ Dining Group are meeting and there will be some kind of celebration(s) for my own birthday. I will want to see my children and grandchildren too and my daughter is moving house any day so I’ll need to go and see it. But I am NOT complaining. I could of course curtail my social life, drop the exercise and give up on the ‘me-maintenance’ (and pigs might fly). I know that I am very blessed to have a lovely family and great friends – what I need is not fewer commitments but more hours in the day and days in the week.
And so to the eye make-up, or rather, the lack of. Since returning from our holiday, despite being scrupulously careful, I now have an infection in my left eye. It’s taking longer to clear than the right one did so I rang the doctor. The earliest appointment I could get is next Thursday. Does everyone find it so difficult? I used to work 28 miles from home. By the time the surgery opened I would already be at work. I’d ask for an appointment and they’d offer either the next half hour (impossible to get there) or tell you to ring the following day. This could happen every day for a week until the need to be seen became urgent. I wrote letters of complaint several times to the Practice Manager and even had a meeting with her. I explained that all I wanted was to be able to call and make an appointment for a few days hence so that I knew not to drive all the way to work! It seems now that we can do this, though I think a week is pushing it a bit.
I squashed in a spot of birthday present shopping between the gym and lunch today and now have an hour and a half hour before my hair appointment in which to write the cards, wrap the gifts and shop for Sunday’s guests. Must fly…