Weekends were the worst for me when my wife and I went thru our stuff. It was easy to find ways to stay out of each other's way during the week, what with work, kids' activities, going to the gym at separate times, etc., but I used to get a KNOT IN MY STOMACH every Friday afternoon. It turns into a sort of weird, warped corollary of what everyone else's weeks are, where you dread Fridays and look forward to Mondays, lol.
