Work V. Weekend

I have been dealing with a strange feeling recently. I think I like the work week better than the weekend. It isn't that I like working. I don't hate it but it is what I do because I like to eat and have a home. I used to crave oodles of free time; I lobbied employers and government to go to a 4 day week. But now I just find the work week almost more relaxing than the weekends. I know home ownership is an on going process but it has become so

consuming that I feel slothful if I am not cleaning, or improving something. Workdays I
am expected to go to the office. I have a legitimate excuse for why I am not straightening
up or entertaining the fam. Responsibility has taken the fun out of unstructured time.
Sleeping at my desk seems more justifiable than a nap at home on sunday. What do you
do with free floating guilt? Do something to deserve it.. ugh, goodnight everyone