Arghl. World mad. Me crazy.

I love my family. I even love having my family over for a visit. I just love it a lot more if I don't have to share a 20m² room with them while they are staying here. (Ok my mother and father actually stayed in a Hotel. But they hung around here.)
I also could do without having to spend about 75% of their visit in the clinic, being bitten *again* - this time in the hand -and not having had a weekend off in the last month before their visit.
Also high on the list of stuff I could do without is my mother telling me I remind her of a colleague of hers, shortly before her nervous breakdown, getting a hole bitten in my hand while on call for surgery with the backup person on holiday and my families usual game of out-stubborning each other when I just want to sleep.

No, I'm not stressed. I'm ... busy. At least that's what I'm pretending.
And no, I'm not even close to a nervous breakdown. I just could really, really do with a weekend just for myself.