It is usual to get through the week by looking forward to the weekend. Okay, so that's wishing your life away but it's a proven strategy that works. But when weekends become as tough as the weekdays, what is there to look forward to? My mind tells me that it should still be the weekend but, bloody hell, the weekends are tough going.
So I look forward to the old twosies. It's my alone time. My me time.
I'm finding it tough at the moment. I think I'm going a bit crazy. This is where I think I need a dog. Even if your dog is the cause of stress (like wanting to go for a pee at 4 in the morning), you can tell him that without it coming back to haunt you later. And, when things are crap, you can give him a hug and you can talk or not talk to him if you like. And he won't then answer back with the blindingly obvious. This is why dogs are great and why I miss my old friend. I need a puppy.
I guess I can look forward to retirement. If I live that long.
I think I hate... stuff. Just generally.
Oh, happy Father's Day to all you fathers out there. Hope your day isn't tantrum-filled.