That Widow

Day 95 and it’s the freakin’ weekend…so

I’ve decided that the weekends kind of suck. I know, I know, it’s a nice break from the grind but the grind is what’s getting me through right now. When I was much younger, I think like most, the weekends were my playground even though I worked every weekend as well. I went HARD on the weekends and Monday/Tuesday was like my rest days. Now, I’m popping antibiotics instead of liquor bottles, folding laundry instead of killing it on the dance floor (dancing on bar tops), and ride or die until about 9pm instead of coming home when others were going to brunch, if I came home at all.

The weekends are hard without him here to go and do stuff with us. The weekends are too quiet where I have too much time to think. The weekends are not as scheduled so idle hands and all that. I still do my workouts but then it’s like ok *twiddles thumbs* I guess I’ll do house chores until football comes on. Extremely grateful for football. I love watching sports in general but right now it really helps to focus on that than the fact he’s still dead and not coming back.

Day 95 and who carries all the laundry down, gets everything washed, folded, and put away in the same day cause it certainly is not me.