Why I Don't Call You or Socialise

OK. I am going to try to make this a nice post. First just want to say I am not complaining. My choices are mine and I made them. Any circumstances that are out of my control, i.e. that are not due to my choices are, well, out of my control. So no complaining. I do not call people for chats very often. I never go out. I never socialise. I never go for a wander around town. I do not go to office drinks after work. I do not invite people over either. Here is why. OUR DAY 6:00 René leaves the house 5:30 to 6:30 I wake up and creep out of bed where, inevitably, the kids are sleeping. I try not to wake them. Used to be impossible as Xavi is the lightest sleeper ever but now he sleeps through me getting up. 6:30 to 7:00 I have tea, "me" time, shower (or at night) and begin getting ready 7:00 Elias wakes up and gets up or I carry him to the sofa. He watches TV and has breakfast while I get ready. I get him dressed. We do the bathroom routine. 7:00 to 7:30 Xavi gets up. I get him ready - bathroom, dressed, fed. 8:15 or 8:35 We leave the house. Elias dressed and ready with bag. Xavi dressed and ready with bag, me dressed and ready with bag, down two flights of stairs, Xavi in stoller, Elias on buggyboard and out the door. We go to nursery where I take both boys in, we check what's for lunch, go up a flight of stairs, we take Elias to his classroom, jacket off and in locker, kisses and hopefully no tears (he cried from September to January - it was really upsetting). Afterwards Xavi and I go down again, back into the stroller and we go to the bakery to get Xavi's bread because he doesn't eat when he gets up. He munches in the stroller as we go to daycare. Sound smooth but keep in mind they are 1 and 3 so things can get challenging sometimes! Daycare drop off (out of the stroller, up 2 more flights of stairs, either I go in or drop off at the door). Hopefully he doesn't cry either (usually not). Then I walk to the train station. Get to Milan, take tram, bus, bike-sharing or walk to get to work. I work. I leave work, return to the station, take train to Saronno. I go straight from the station to daycare by 6:00 pm latest, where both Xavi and Elias are waiting for me. (René has picked Elias up at 3:30 from nursery, taken him home then taken him out again to daycare at about 5:00 so he can go work the evening shift). Get two kids ready, down the stairs, one in stroller, one on buggyboard then walk home. We're gettin' tired... Get home, get out of the stroller, up the stairs, get in. Mad rush to get kids eating by 7:00. I make dinner and make sure they stay safe while I do so! We eat. I vaguely clean up. Then straight to the bathroom for the evening bathroom routine and then PJs on and a bit of playing, YouTube etc. [oh, by the way, insert overtired meltdowns or at least resistance here - 100% justified, mine included!!] 8:30 to 9:00 in bed. Read books, chat and lights out. I lie down with them till theyyzzzzzz René gets home at a certain point - maybe he sees them, maybe not. Often I wake up at midnight (if Xavi's not woken up before then anyway - still not a great sleeper) because I've conked out, and brush my teeth and get a few things ready for the next day. Did I mention Xavi does still wake up at least twice a night? And I don't mind by the way but just saying... Better than a year ago!! ANYTHING else I have to fit in. Like paying bills, going to various offices or whatever etc. etc. The weekend it is imperative that the grocery shopping and laundry is done. I cannot go to the supermarket during the week and I will not iron at midnight. Plus we have family time the 4 of us at the weekend and we bloody sleep too. So there you go. So, next time you say to me, "Yes, why is it that you never come out?" well....