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14-11-2009 - The Last Weekend -- Alone

My mood while writing this blog:
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Yesterday, it was Friday. The end of a busy work-week. Up until this weekend, I had been working weekends to make enough money to pay the bills while I am on self-imposed "maternity leave." I had only planned to be out for maybe 2-3 weeks tops. But my secretary blocked me off till January 1st. Her reason, "We're going to be off for the holidays anyway."

Says her.

Even when I'm not in the clinic, I am still on call for admissions.

But I found someone to cover for me. Kind of ironic actually. The day I asked him if he'd cover me while I'm on leave, we had a particularly interesting patient in the hospital, and the case was so harrowing and bizarre that I totally don't feel guilty shoving my patients off on him for the next 6 weeks.

Because 6 weeks is how much time my secretary put me out for.

I know it will fly by like wildfire.

And soon he will be leaving home for college, and I'll wonder where the years went.

But right now, money problems are my biggest worry. Okay, second biggest worry. First biggest worry is making sure he is born okay. Then, I'll just take one day at a time.

So anyway, as the workday was starting, I thought of how I'd decided to take this weekend off. I had not been working weekends since the fibroid fiasco in June, but then decided to pick up again when swine flu season hit, because I was getting a lot of calls to the ER at night! 'Far better to stave off those calls during the day, with weekend hours, than to get called repeatedly at 1 AM for 103 F fevers.

But as a result, my nesting activities had to be put on hold, and the house had basically gone to pot.

Bills were paid late. The laundry never got done. Dishes piled up, until some of them broke under the weight. Not good. So this weekend, in my 37th week of pregnancy, I decided to call it quits. I needed to catch up on domestic duties.

This weekend. My last weekend alone. Because my parents are arriving next week. And they need a room to stay in that doesn't have paraphenalia everywhere.

So even on my weekend off, I'm working.

So I woke up early today, and husband and I got the weekly grocery shopping done. He did the cat litter, and I finally did the dishes. I made lunch, and he went to work. I settled down to do some house cleaning.

And my best friend calls.

We've tried to make it a point to talk to each other once a month. And we hadn't talked yet this November. So I settled in to chat with her. One and half hours, during which I got no housework done. 'Couldn't. Impossible for me to do chores with a phone stuck to my head. The most I got done was eating the lunch I'd already cooked.

She and I said our goodbyes, when she had to go grocery shopping. I hung up. And the phone rings again.

It's my former landlady. I love this woman to death, don't get me wrong. But I'd just spent 1 1/2 hours on the phone. She wanted us to come over for dinner, and I had said yes last night, not thinking. Then realized, these next two nights are the LAST nights I'm going to have alone with my husband. THE LAST TWO NIGHTS.

FOR YEARS.

So I had called her early this morning to say, "I've got so much to do to prepare for my parents coming over." And that we really couldn't go over there for dinner. She insisted that I come over and pick up some of the food she made though.

Honestly, I hated to offend her. I know she lives alone, and she likes to cook for others. And who am I to turn away good home-cooking???? But, my feet are swollen. It takes me twice as long to do anything these days, and I had not even STARTED to clean the house for my parents' arrival.

I tried to explain. And she understood. When my husband gets home, we'll go over there and pick up some food, and take it home with us. And we hung up.

And the phone rings AGAIN!

ARGH! I look at the caller ID. It's my landlady again. She asks me how the baby is, how I'm doing. Talks about the house she rents out, and how it has something broken again.

I'm baffled at this point. I'm pretty sure I told her that I needed to prepare the house for my parents. So, at my wits end, I mention to her that I just got off the phone with my best friend with whom I talked for hours, and during that time I couldn't get any housework done.

Maybe she got the hint? Maybe? Because she said, "Go slow. Take some breaks in between. And I'll see you later."

FINALLY!

And now, here I am, not cleaning, but typing away, because it is now 5:30 PM, and the whole day has gone by. Half of my LAST WEEKEND. And I got virtually nothing done.

I am so pissed.

At least we'll have something good to eat tonight, I guess.

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