I had something every evening this week. Yesterday's "thing" was handling a bank transaction that required an hour drive each way, and it was a Friday afternoon where I was the only admin staff working and there was some chaos. I finally made it home just after 6:30, and was so grateful Andrew had thrown a quiche in the oven. It was a piping hot meal on a chilly Friday evening, and it felt perfect.
As Andrew and I were sitting here last evening, I said to Andrew that it was so nice to be home and be, and he interrupted me by saying that's where the sentence ended. It was nice to "just be." And that is what I need this weekend and today. I love my friends, but I am protecting my mental health. The thought of going out this evening made me want to cry. When I told Andrew, he understood completely. In fact, he said that although he was looking forward to eating out, he didn't want to continue the evening beyond that and that isn't how we do things with these friends. That's okay, but today, I just can't.
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