Oh no! Another weekend!

September 17, 2010

I’ve mentioned before how tired I get by the end of the week. It’s still that way. By the time Friday rolls around, I’m tired when I wake up in the morning. Last weekend we went out to a restaurant for dinner, and I was asleep in the car on the way back. It was only just after 11. Even worse, yesterday I went for tennis (despite being tired at the thought of it) and after 40 minutes my muscles were aching and my body was almost quivering with tiredness. It was really upsetting – only last year, I used to play for two hours at a stretch and still not feel tired.

So anyway, today’s Friday. That should be good news – the weekend should be the time to recuperate and recharge the battery, right? I wish…

Last weekend was bad. Amit’s dad, my FIL, is in town. He’s not a difficult houseguest and I mustn’t complain, but his eating habits are… strange, to put it politely. He needs about a kilo of fruit and a kilo of veg everyday. And a kilo of chicken. And a full cup of dal. And about 10 rotis. Peeling and chopping fruit, washing and chopping veg, buying, thawing and cooking chicken, and rolling out the rotis only after he has sat down at the table so that he gets to eat them piping hot… well, it’s tiring. Plus, he eats five substantial meals each day, starting at about 9.30 a.m. and going on till – if he had his way – 11 p.m. At least I put my foot down to that (or rather, Amit did) and said kitchen closes at 9, so dinner usually happens at 9.15 or so. Still, that means I’m busy tidying up till about 10.30, when I’m way past tired and very close to exhausted, and without having had a moment to rest.

What’s worse is that none of us can eat the veg that FIL eats, because he wants them boiled into mush. Only the fact that we don’t actually own a mixer stops him from asking for it to be pureed. So apart from the five different types of boiled mush that must be made for him every day, we also need some “ordinary” veg made for the rest of us. Sometimes I get so overwhelmed with the quantity of food that has to be churned out for FIL that I almost forget to think about normal food for the rest of us.

At least we have a cook. Thank god for that! And she’s doing the best she can, putting in long hours and tolerating most of FIL’s reasonable and unreasonable demands with relatively good humour. But last weekend she took some time off for personal errands and this week she took a day-and-a-half off to take care of a sick son. I can’t blame her – her working hours are essentially 6.30-8.30 p.m. and if she agrees to come during the day as she has been doing for FIL’s benefit, it is only at her convenience.

So last weekend, the three-day weekend which should have been a blessing, was a bane instead. We usually eat at least one, sometimes two meals out on weekends, but with FIL around, refusing to eat anything but homemade food, this dwindled to half a meal. Even when Amit and I went out for dinner after the kids were asleep on Saturday, I had to keep FIL’s meal ready at home. So I slogged for hours on end, getting meals and snacks organized and then tidying up afterwards, only to start on the next meal or snack almost immediately. I hardly get any exclusive time with the kids – I’m always shouting at them while I try to keep pace with the household chores. I don’t get any chance to rest, far less do any of my own stuff. I don’t see that this weekend is going to be any better.

Over the last three years, I’ve finished four modules of my online Archaeology course. Another two, and I’ll be done with the Certificate part of the course. I knew that it was going to be difficult when I signed up for the fifth module last month, but it is something I really want to complete, so I signed up anyway. I didn’t know that FIL would be on an extended visit. My course material is going to be delivered today. It’s Later Prehistory, a thrilling subject. Even thinking about it makes me tired. There’s sleep flooding my eyes and it’s not even lunch time yet. What am I going to do???

Oh, well. At least there’s Italy to look forward to…

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