It’s Saturday night and I’m restless. Nothing I am doing is satisfying my empty feeling. My weekends are technically 24 hours long – Friday evening to Saturday at 5:30 when I start driving my daughter to her dad’s. Then I sit and stress for 24 hours while she is with him.
Saturday nights are when I finally sit down and can enjoy myself. Where is she now? Gone. I hate this.
This has been a long week for me. The dog vomiting blood, daughter then cat vomiting all in one evening was enough to do me in on Monday. Work has been unbelievably stressful. Thursday was the only good day – my birthday. Friday I was sick and today still am not well but am doing better.
I’m restless.
March 21st, 2009 at 1:35 pm
well maybe we can do something on Saturday nights. I’m in the same situation.
I had my two grandsons Thursday night. They’re twin 4 year olds and we had such a nice time. They slept in my room, one in the floor in his sleeping bag and the other beside me. He whispered I was beautiful after I washed my face and put my pajamas on.
Then it hit me while I was making pancakes Friday morning. They were in the tub singing and I was grinning. I was happy! I miss having little ones around. Someone to talk to, to keep a schedule for, to make meals for.
I guess now that I know what it is that’s been bothering me I can do something about it.
But Sat. nights – maybe you need to get out. Me too!