Introvert burnout

E's gone, as I said before. Two precious weeks alone, free use of the car, TV, computer, eat whatever I want, whenever, go to bed when I want, none of his schedules or needy needy needs for 16 precious days. Except.

Except no one will leave me alone. It was fun to see people at first, but it's very old now.

I had ten blessed minutes alone yesterday between returning from work and E's parents getting back from their dinner (15 minutes early!!!) in which I got my bag ready for work and started the dishwasher. Then back to the entertaining. Argh.

The house is a mess, we're out of toilet paper, I have one pair of clean underwear left - what happened to my alone time? Goddamit! Next year I am telling people I'm going to the Caribbean while E's gone. Then maybe they will leave me alone.

And I won't have to call the grouchy trip leader when E neglects to call me for ten days and yet I have to start the band kids' parents' fucking phone tree, or I'll have their anxious asses calling me.

I love E but wish he could take another two weeks off soon. And finish his chores before he goes this time, instead of leaving me with a filthy house and an overgrown yard.

Times like this I wish I could/would stop fooling myself that having a kid with this prize is a good idea. Watch, he'll be into it for about a week, then the next 935 will be all my problem.