I look forwards to the weekend though, as in my mind it's a time when we can really spend time as a family, the four of us. Why is it then, that weekends seem more stressful than week days? Tonight it's Sunday and I feel really irritable, stressed and annoyed. I feel that I have had no respite at all, have generally shouted my way through the day and by the time they are both in bed it feels like I've just had a day at a really draining job interview or something. Maybe it's expectation, I'm still reverting back to my teenage days when the weekend meant fun fun fun and going out time.
Speaking of teenage years, I have a question to ask. When I was a teenager I was obsessed with indie music. I collected albums like they were prize jewels and had an amazing music general knowledge. One of my favourite bands was Belle and Sebastian. I paid good money to go and see them many times, I thought they were kooky, cool and a bit kitsch. I put one of their albums on the other day, listened to it, and came to the conclusion that it was complete and utter drivel. Were they terrible to begin with or am I just getting....well, old!?