Saturday is my least favourite day of the week.
90% of the time my husband is at work, leaving me at home, alone and miserable.
I hate Saturdays because it feels like everyone else is doing something, but I’m stuck at home with two kids and nothing to do.
It is craft fair season, but have you ever taken a toddler to a busy craft fair? No? That’s because it is a bad idea. I took him last year when I could wrap him on my back, but this year, I have two kids, and those craft fairs get mighty pushy.
What I hate most about Saturday is watching friends experience Saturday with family. While I experience Saturday with two mischievous and rambunctious children home alone.
That’s the downfall of social media is getting to watch the fun, but not getting to take part in it.
Some weeks it’s not too bad, but some weeks, when I’m in the low of my low and really struggling with me, Saturday is unbelievably miserable.
I would just love to spend the day playing with Aunts/Uncles/Grandparents and cousins. That dream isn’t a dream worth dreaming because those people are too busy to spend time with these people. Those people don’t live where we live. Why must Canada be so big?
Do you like Saturday? Or do you struggle with being home alone?
I know the easy answer is to connect and make that phone call, but when an anxious mess like me, making that phone call or sending that message is terrifying. Especially, when I think the answer will be “I’m Busy.” Rejection stings. Nobody likes to be rejected, and I feel I’m often rejected enough, I don’t need that pain and misery yet again.
So, if you know me, and you’re free on a Saturday to come and play, give me a message. We’d love to join you because I’m busy assuming you’re celebrating Saturday with your family like a normal family, while I’m just trying to make due with another crappy day.