It’s week 4 of my summer holidays.
That statement makes me sound like a lazy slacker but I’m not, I promise.
Don’t tell anyone this but I’m missing my routine.
And by missing my routine I may mean that I’m sick of being around my children all the time.
They whinge a lot. Well not a lot but I feel like I’m adjudicating the last play fight on earth sometimes.
There are tears over ridiculous things and they’re not mine for a change.
I haven’t had many people want to include me in things either. I’m feeling a little bit stir crazy.
When did my friends stop being my friends?
Since when do I receive so few messages?
Why do people change?
When did all our lives get so big and full of other stuff that we don’t have as much time for others.
I want to be invited to the movies.
I want to be invited out for coffee.
I want someone to make me a cheesecake.
No really. I want cheesecake.
And yeah, yeah, I know it’s up to me to be proactive and go chase my friends down but why should it always be me.
Maybe it’s time I embrace the school mums. Learn their kids names. Learn their names.
How else do you make friends when you’re 36?
Anyone got a book club I can join? Not one of those intellectual ones though just trashy romance novels?
When I lived in Denmark the family I lived with took out an ad for friends for me. I was 19 and they had lots of responses. Not many of them were suitable for a good Christian girl like me though ;-).
I wouldn’t mind going back to study some more. Use the old brain. Talk to others also using their brains.
Or maybe I should do what a friend is doing and start a creative project just for fun.
But I want to include other people. I want them to include me.
Goodness me. Don’t I sound needy?
Or as I said at the start of this post maybe I just need to be back in my routine.
Back to whinging about how tired I am and how I don’t have enough time for me.