My sweet lord, when our kids were at home, a weekend alone was a huge, huge gift. It often seemed as if I was never alone and awake. Literally never.
Kiss your husband and thank him profusely, enjoy, and remember, it's okay to eat any leftover pie. Beats the hell out of guilt, yes?
Maryn, assigning guilt only where it's merited
That is how I feel! Exactly! Never alone. My husband mostly works from home, so when I get home, he's there. DD follows me around and even sometimes watches me workout.
This weekend is certainly a gift! I will happily kiss my husband thank you and good bye Friday morning and do my best not to feel too guilty.