I hate time. No, I hate not having enough time. I hate that you plan something in a nice way and then everything is changed again.

Okay, a look on the past weekend:

Saturday: Birthday from Olli's grandma. Before we went to her we had to go shopping - a gift for her and for Olli's mom.

Then coffee and dinner in a restaurant.

Sunday: Fish Fair with Olli's sister. Later birthday of a friend of mine.

Monday: Birthday of Olli's mom.

So our plan was:

Tue: Bring car to repair shop; gym

Wed: Get car; Buy fishes for the aquarium (fish fair was not good)

Thu: Holiday - I wanted to paint, Olli wanted to tinker on his model planes

Fri: Grocery-Shopping

Sat and Sun: Finally free!

and what happened?

Tue: No gym. Bring car away, buy fishes

Wed: Get car, bring Olli's parents to another city to shop with them

Thu: clean the apartment and then get Olli's nephew and play with him because we didn't have time to do this yesterday

Fri: a Partylite Party I totally forgot

Sat: Grocery shopping.

Sun: Finally free?? Can't believe it

I'm exhausted. Olli too. I just want some time for me - I want to paint, to take some photos and to play some of the new games we have bought. And I know that Olli needs some time, too.