When I retired I kept my cleaning ladies. They come once every two weeks. They do in two and a half hours what would take me two weeks to do. I call them my white tornadoes. They do a great job and I feel justified. I owe it to myself. Then I can quilt until my hubby complains I'm ignoring him. (Now I need to get a sitter for him and all would be perfect.)
I bought a Featherweight machine, a $19.99 folding table that is perfect for the machine and my small rulers and when my honey says "I'll find an "oh! good" (a show I like that isn't sports) I drag out my stashed project to sew while in front of the tv with him. He cranks the sound up a bit and we both can visit during commercials and he doesn't feel like I'm ignoring him. Works perfectly and he's happy to have my company and I love his company, too so it's a win win situation for us.