Monday! Everyone is back to school or work. On weekends it's hard to rest. DH takes me out, I eat junk, kids go out nights, come home late and wake me to tell me, as required so I can check time of return. I get to shower (Need DH to help transfer me from chair to seat) and feel rushed in everything. It's my time to get DH to do certain stuff and sometimes it's stuff he doesn't care about (new wicker porch furniture cushions to replace what dog chewed)or stuff only I care about (new cushions for wicker porch furniture that dog chewed and the stuffing is all over. No, I don't think that was cute.) I kind of like weekend but love the quiet of the week until kids' return at 2:30.