Tired

Not pregnancy tired, or sleepy tired (even though I haven't got that much sleep the past few nights), but tired of living in two different places.  Tired of spending Monday thru Friday looking forward to the weekend so I can see my sweetie.  Not that everyone else doesn't look forward to the weekends; everyone enjoys the two days off.  But I'm tired of feeling slightly anxious/on edge, feeling like I'm just killing time.  I feel restless & edgy.  It sucks.  I'm not normally an anxious person (and it sucks!).  I spend the week looking forward to the weekend, and half the weekend dreading the upcoming week.  We were not meant to live like this.  Sometimes I think it would be easier if we didn't see each other on the weekends.  I think I could get used to being gone, but it's unsettling to go back & forth, never really feeling like you belong anywhere.

I live in someone else's house mon-fri, and I'm basically visiting someone else on the weekends.  It's disconcerting.  Blah.  I think I'll just chalk it up to pregnancy hormones & call it good.  No use wasting time moping about something that's not going to change.  Time to find some way to look at the bright side of things.  Not sure what that is at the moment, but I'm sure there's a blessing in all of this.  And my two favorite sayings are always helpful.
"Life's a bitch and then you die", and "everything works out in the end.  If it's not ok, it's not the end, cuz everything works out it the end".

Real uplifting, and a wonderful example of circular logic, but they pretty much apply to any situation & it's my way of accepting & dealing with the daily sh*t.  My own blend of realism and optimism.