I really love this line from Rachel Cusk's A Life's Work:
What the outside world refers to as 'the weekend' is a round trip ticket to the ninth circle of hell for parents.
This is especially true when their father leaves on Sunday morning for a week long business trip to San Francisco. It's bad enough that he gets to stay in a hotel and not run after kids or change even ONE diaper, but he's in San Francisco. I love Austin, but I miss it there so much.