Never Sure If I Should Feel Bad

It's 9 am on Sunday morning and I just woke up. Javi and Pablo had some friends stay the night, so I can hear them awake and playing in the living room. I've gotten up and done my daily wakeup routine: bathroom, wash face, brush teeth. The door to my host parents room is closed but I can hear them awake talking. So I come back in my room and shut the door. The sun is just peaking through my persianas (if you've never been to Spain you won't have a clue what I'm talking about - they're like garage doors for your windows). All in all, my room is relatively quiet and relaxing and my bed looks amazing to just lay and chill for a little bit before running out into the hustle and bustle I call my life.

The problem?

Since this semester has started my life has been consumed by homework. Last semester was a complete joke I might add. I have no problem sitting out in the living room doing my homework when it's something like a worksheet or little activities to practice grammar, but right now almost everything I have is reading. And the problem with reading is that I can't have distractions or I will lose track of what I'm actually reading and start thinking of other things - then I find myself 2 pages through the book and realize I don't have a clue what just happened.

So I've been spending a lot of time held up in my room, for which I feel bad for. I don't want to give the impression that I'm ignoring them or something happened over vacation that made me not like them as much, it's just that I need the quiet and space of my room to get everything I have to do done.

Not to mention it's a hassle when I;m working on my laptop to take it out to the living room because it inevitably does die and it's so hard to lug around all of my converters and find space to plug everything in out there.

So there's the dilemma. I know they understand, but it's still kinda sad when Pablo asks my host mom why I never hang out with him anymore.