What I do best ..

Complaining.

I find this blog is a good outlet for me. To complain. I mean, I could pick up the phone and complain to whoever would listen .. but this is simply easier at the moment.

I have begun to hate weekends. Is that too strong of a word? Nope, it isn't.

What do weekends mean for most families? Together time. Getting things done. As a family. Joining forces and either working or playing together.

For me? Ick. It means everyone else on the planet is busy doing the 'family' thing. I try to find things to do with mine. Usually it's just simply boring. The kids want to play. I try to get them to help me do things around the house or yard but there's wailing and gnashing of teeth. I've got no 'back-up' .. someone to ensure they get the job done. A partner. So basically it's me trying to fight to get them to do things .. then giving up because it's too much of an effort and honestly, I am just tired of doing it alone.

Then on the other hand .. there's the 'playing' we could do. What would any other family be doing? Going to the pool together, hiking, riding bikes, shopping perhaps .. maybe even eating out. Fun for me .. to do this alone with the kids? I try to make it fun. It's just not the same as having a partner to share that with. Getting in the car and having someone in the front seat maybe just to talk to. Nope.

So the best it gets for me is packing the kids some snacks and loading them up to go to the skate park. Of course I bring half the neighborhood with me. At least I can provide some alone time for their parents to hang out. I make sure I bring a book .. a magazine .. something to do while they play.

Guess what it boils down to is that I am just plain lonely. Not trying to sound like a sappy sad story. It's just a fact of life for me. That's just how it is. It's what makes the weekend suck for me. It reminds me that I am .. indeed ... alone.