too much to do...

I have not been satisfied with how my life is going lately. I have a great husband, a job that I love, live in a beautiful place, have an adorable little puppy, have great health, and yet I feel not quite right. I have so many things that I love to do, run, bike, climb, read, cook, hang out with friends, go to the beach, yet I do not have the time to do them, nor do I often have the energy. Only having one day off a week is really hard especially with Gary working so hard as well. My day off generally consists of trying to sleep in, working out, then doing errands, cleaning the house, taking care of online stuff and then hopefully having time to have a nice dinner or drinks with Gary when he gets home from work.
Everyone knows that being an intern is tough, but it is tough not only while you are at work, but also tough for how much you have to sacrifice. There is a reason why people go from undergrad directly to medical school then to residency. If you wait, you get old and feel more entitled and ready to settle! I feel very differently now then when I was 26. I feel ready to start my real life already.
I feel the dissatisfaction a little more acutely lately now that we have Lander. I think the reason is that adding one more element to our already stretched thin schedule has shown me just how worn out I really am. Lander has taken away what little relaxation time that I had. He has made me go from just coping to really not coping that well. I know, I know, he's just a dog! But he is like the straw that broke the camel's back.
So all of this has made me realize that I think they had it right in the 1950's when wives stayed home to take care of the household and the children, and the husband earned the salary. What an ingenious idea? Can you believe that is coming out of my keyboard! But, I guess I will update that sentiment to reflect the current age. I think people have it right when one spouse stays home and the other works. Don't get me wrong. I wound not be happy being a homemaker personally, but I would be extremely happy to come home every night from work with a fully stocked fridge, dinner made, house cleaned, laundry done, bills paid, dog walked, sheets washed, dry-cleaning picked up, and all I have to do is simply relax and enjoy life. I think in that situation, all the work stress could much more easily vanish.
I would LOVE it if Gary could stay home and take care of all the STUFF, and take care of me. If only he could still keep making his salaray. Ahhh. there's the rub...