I always see you when my sight is lost
Ugh. I'm sick of having bad weekends.
They're not even specifically bad, really. It's just that things never seem to go the way I was hoping for. At the end of every weekend, Jon and I plop down on the couch with an exhausted sigh and look around at everything we haven't been able to get done.
This weekend we managed to go grocery shopping, Jon had a chiro appointment, and I got a new tube on my bike's back wheel. I also washed one whole rackful of dishes, and Jon did two loads of laundry. Yippy skippy. Also we hung out on Friday night with Griffin. The car is mysteriously dead (battery drain out of nowhere), I missed black belt class because of it; our milk went bad; Jon's bike rack took several hours, lots of frustration, and a trip to the cycle store to install; I was a colossal asshat to him for a really sucky reason; we had a fairly ginormous misunderstanding/meltdown about religion and our relationship.
Ugh. Really, we got an appropriate amount of stuff done, and we were still able to relax and watch TV/sex/take a bath together/bum around in PJ's with cookies and tea/et cetera. But I just always feel like there's so much left to do. It's never finished.
Oh, also? One of my uncles is dead. YEAH. AWESOME WEEKEND.
My mom called me Friday to tell me. He was 62. They didn't know cause of death, but he's chain-smoked for years and drank plenty, so. Memorial service is next weekend. WTF.
WTF.
Therapy tomorrow with Lioness's shrink. I am scared/excited.
They're not even specifically bad, really. It's just that things never seem to go the way I was hoping for. At the end of every weekend, Jon and I plop down on the couch with an exhausted sigh and look around at everything we haven't been able to get done.
This weekend we managed to go grocery shopping, Jon had a chiro appointment, and I got a new tube on my bike's back wheel. I also washed one whole rackful of dishes, and Jon did two loads of laundry. Yippy skippy. Also we hung out on Friday night with Griffin. The car is mysteriously dead (battery drain out of nowhere), I missed black belt class because of it; our milk went bad; Jon's bike rack took several hours, lots of frustration, and a trip to the cycle store to install; I was a colossal asshat to him for a really sucky reason; we had a fairly ginormous misunderstanding/meltdown about religion and our relationship.
Ugh. Really, we got an appropriate amount of stuff done, and we were still able to relax and watch TV/sex/take a bath together/bum around in PJ's with cookies and tea/et cetera. But I just always feel like there's so much left to do. It's never finished.
Oh, also? One of my uncles is dead. YEAH. AWESOME WEEKEND.
My mom called me Friday to tell me. He was 62. They didn't know cause of death, but he's chain-smoked for years and drank plenty, so. Memorial service is next weekend. WTF.
WTF.
Therapy tomorrow with Lioness's shrink. I am scared/excited.