What can I say\/ I’m exhausted. I’m also old. \u00a0No new years parties, no countdowns, no getting loaded. I stayed up till 2am playing Dragon Age and only knew that midnight was coming around when my husband’s phone warned us that it was 11:59, then when my watch beeped at midnight.<\/p>\n
Alex got up with the kids this morning and let me sleep a bit but that was rudely interrupted by a little monster with freezing cold hands pawing all over me.<\/p>\n
I’m not really impressed. I just want some time away from the kids and the house and for recreational purposes. Not because I have to go to a class (which I do love, just to clarify, but it’s learning and Ty’s classes are intensely brain melting), nor because I have to get groceries or go shopping. And I certainly don’t want my break to be because I am granted two hours to run errands. \u00a0Toronto Comix is about as close as I get to time to myself these days, but again, it’s business. It’s a meeting. My brain is always going.<\/p>\n
I miss knitting. I miss hanging out with my local friends because nobody wants anything from me. They talk about any shit that pops into their heads. I can swear as much as I want without worrying that a three year old is gonna start dropping F-bombs.<\/p>\n
I’m just tired.<\/p>\n
Alex goes to work tomorrow, so again, as usual, with the kids I’ll be. Saturday is Lisa’s. Sunday, maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to spend some time with friends.<\/p>\n
Maybe.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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