I know lots of people who feel like this, and then work through their entire weekend instead of seeing family.
Screw that !
Life is too short. We’ll be in a box dead and buried in 50 years at the bare minimum.
50 years x 52 weeks is just 2,600 weekends left.
That’s it. You’re done. So work when you’re supposed to work, and live when you’re supposed to live.
I’m pretty sure no one on their death bed EVER SAID “I should have worked more weekends!”
One Life – Live it.