The weekend has whizzed by

Last week was hellishly busy at work - I clocked up about 65 hours by the time I got home at 11.30pm on Friday. It should be a bit easier this week as my colleague is back from his week off. I'm only contracted to do 3 days each week (yeah right!) So I rush home, go to bed, get up and go back to work. My friends at the yard have had to step in and do Phoebe's stable for me a couple of times and the poor dog has forgotten who I am. The trouble with this is that the weekend is completely taken up by catching up on household chores, and catching up on vital zzzzz's. So here I sit on Sunday evening - facing getting up tomorrow just to go back to work. Surely there's another way? Does anyone know of any rich men who need a nice middle aged lady friend? I really really really want to retire.