I feel like I haven't seen my mom in ages. In the fall, we hung out every Sunday. It was really stressful for me since I had to plan around these Sundays. We'd get together in the morning, do some shopping, have lunch, and then do more shopping. That would leave me with a couple of hours before I had to get together with her again for dinner. And then I'd have just a short amount of time before going to bed.

And then during the winter, she got really busy with work. She didn't have enough employees, so she had to make up for the missing manpower. And I didn't see her very much, and Mr. Nick took her place on Sundays.

But now, my mom has hired some full-time help, and she has her free time back. So it's "when are you free to get together for dinner? Do you want to go shopping Sunday?" It's a challenge working around the schedules. Since my dance class is in the middle of the afternoon on Saturdays, I don't have time to see her before or after class. And Mr. Nick is out of town.

Last night when I spoke to her, I figured I could have dinner with her Friday night in case I leave Sunday night open for Mr. Nick. So the plan was to have dinner Friday night.

But Poo asked me today if I could help her move Friday night. I was hoping it would be a bit later, but it'd right at dinner time :( I know she needs the help, so I said I would help. And now I have to tell my mom that I can't do dinner. She was excited for it, too. *sigh*

I feel like this weekend I just want to be alone to recharge my batteries, but at the same time, I think I need the human contact. This whole week it's been one thing after another. Last night was helping Poo pack. Tonight I'm supposed to see Mr. Nick. Thursday it's bridesmaid dress shopping. Friday it's moving. Saturday is dance class. Sunday is seeing my mom. My home is a mess. I will have to get food ready for the next week. I could really use a long weekend.

And fartknockers, I have to see my dad, too. Actually, I don't need to...I just have to make arrangements to do a drive by, so he can give me my red pocket. My mom asks me why he never invites me up to his place. I don't know. I always just park the car, and he comes down to the foyer with whatever he has to give me. She says I should invite myself up.

I don't know why I am feeling so overwhelmed and where there seems to be so much pressure...pressure to be a good friend...pressure to be a good daughter...pressure to take care of things I can do now to make the rest of my week easier...pressure to have a good relationship with Mr. Nick. And on top of all this, I still want to change jobs and get out of debt.

One thing I am glad about though -- my work has gone back to using Charmin toilet paper. And I can listen to the radio station I like that plays Golden Oldies online!!