The Friday before a 3 day weekend. It’s been a long week in its own right, but this makes it feel even longer. There is a part of me that has come to dread the weekends. It’s like I have no excuse to feel bad. My husband willingly and graceful gives me a break from the kids for a few hours. I can do whatever I want, and I get to spend more time him. Not bound by any schedule, therapies or otherwise, there’s just no excuse.
I feel like I’m letting everyone down if I can’ t enjoy the time I’m supposed to.
It has been a weird week in general. My schedule was thrown off by having my own week off from therapy, my kid got a wheelchair, some weird shit happened over the weekend, I don’t know. It’s really just been a lot this week.
On Monday I will have my own therapy again after a week off, and my kids won’t have their PT due to the 4th of July. So again, my schedule is thrown and that stresses me out.
Like I’ve mentioned in the past, I thrive with consistency. And the subtle changes, a long weekend, no therapy for my kids or myself, it gives me a good level of anxiety.
I guess I just feel like there’s a lot of built up and tension surrounding this weekend, and especially Monday.