I find working a 40 hour Monday to Friday week (well, actually more like fifty but I only get paid for forty) and then doing tours on the weekend utterly exhausting. There is very little time left in my life for anything apart from bits of family.
Things are going to change; I am negotiating new working areas and I do look forward to doing much less in about six weeks or so. But until then, I will continue working my backside off (sadly, not literally).
HTB would like me to work less but as he is currently working a thirteen day fortnight, he doesn’t have much high ground to stand on. I feel sorry for him and his work pressures: he feels sorry for me and mine!
We are struggling to find time to even organise our low key wedding and honeymoon and I can’t help wondering how the brides doing the full works cope with it all. It’s stressful enough just doing it with only us, our kids and registry office and travel agent involvement.
I want more free time to write and to garden and even to complete home improvement projects – like peel off the plastic on my French door panes that has been there for nearly two years!
It will come, I know, and in the meantime I count my blessings – a job in an uncertain economic climate, a family who loves me, a boyfriend that adores me and relatively good health. I am very lucky and any whingeing I do is totally cognisant of the fact that these are first world problems only.