It is Friday night and for the first time in I don't know how long, I'm sitting at home alone. I dropped off Dylan to Brendan's volleyball tournament with their dad, stepmom and halfbrother and I've been in a bad mood ever since. I'm alone for one night and you would think I would be happily enjoying the peace and quiet, but I'm lonely. The laundry is going, the dishwasher is on and I'm working my way through a pot of tea while I watch boring TV and suck on a piece of chocolate (I could only find one piece, so I'm trying to make it last).
It's rare that I wallow in self pity, and it's rare that I'm lonely, so I'm not entirely sure what to do about it. I could go to sleep and hope my dreams are more entertaining than my actual night, or I could do something productive like put up my Christmas tree, or I could get in my car and go for a drive, or.... Truth be told, I really just want to stay put and keep on feeling sorry for myself. Is that normal? I think I'm getting weaker in my old age :)
Now that I've typed this out, I'm starting to feel better. You know what I miss the most? - someone to talk to and hang out with. Someone to go to the movies with when I find myself with an empty night. Someone to go and do something crazy with. I think I'm regressing back to pity again.
I think I will take the load out of the dryer and dump it on a kids' bed, run a hot bath to soak in and then curl into bed in time to watch Lipstick Jungle.
Just for the record, nothing profound was learned today except that Dylan can produce more laundry than any other human being in the world.
Sleep tight everyone...
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