I remember when i hated the weekends. I would get so upset on Friday afternoon. I would then sit around thinking about Danny and what he might be doing...until Sunday night.
I dreaded every single weekend this year...until this past month. Now i love them again...and they are full of laughing and doing fun things. I still think about Danny occassionally during the weekend...but not in a dwelling on the past kind of way...more in an...I miss him right before i crash...kind of way.
Like right now. I'm so tired after the weekend with the girls. We shopped, did birthday parties, went to Western Springs and fed the ducks and argued over whether the big ones were geese or swans...we did a boatload of laundry thanks to me letting the tub overflow...planted a veggie garden, and watched the dreaded SAW movies.
I don't think we could have fit more into this weekend if we had tried. We are all buggered. I have lunches already made for tomorrow and now it's doco time.