Lazy Days

In my former life as a non-mother, I used to live for the weekends. No work to think about, just two days of fun/relaxation/whatever the heck I wanted [plus housework. I loathe doing the laundry. Ergh]. Loved them.

Now, as a mother, and living with my dad, weekends aren't as Gemma-friendly as they used to be. I turn into this person who overwhelms themselves with tasks so that dad actually thinks I do something [it's like I've reverted to being a teenager, and I'm no longer an adult when dad's around. No idea why, but it shits me.] Then Monday rolls around, and the Nut and I enjoy our lazy day.