When the weekend comes, I practically don't live in my own house anymore. I just move over and plant myself permanently in Jotham's house, wear his clothes, eat his food, overdose on movies (we watched 3 this weekend), lie in bed and talk for hours and sometimes cry (damn you period!). No matter how bad or mundane (mostly this) my week was, weekend is our recharge time. Some weeks when he can't book out, it's a little sad but when he does, it's the best thing ever.
That said, sunday nights are the worst. When he's packing up his bag to go back to camp and me clearing up the trash I've created in his room, the air of dread and depression in the room is overwhelming. I just have to keep reminding myself that although one week has past and it's a new week, that means we're one week closer to the end of army and one week closer to our Uni plans. Some positive thoughts to insert into my otherwise negative brain. And hello, Good Friday!
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