I demand a lot of time. I don't mind if you are in your pajamas, doing a grocery run or redoing a child's room. I will happily pick up a paintbrush. I don't always have a sense or appreciation for the time of day. There is a good chance that I will wake up and think - I should have coffee with a friend. And I will send messages to invite said friends. At 7am.
Sometimes I get the idea that I am force-feeding the friendship. I have no issues with asking if I am getting in the way. I expect my friends to be honest enough to tell me to back-off.
I suppose little birds do get sick when they get fed too many proverbial worms. But isn't that what friends are for? To clean up when our friends aren't well?