What did you do this weekend?

Last night, I was reading one of the blogs I follow, and the blogger asked “What did you do this weekend?”. The usual, I thought, market and laundry. Now I always visit the farmer’s market on Saturdays but it just so happens I haven’t been well the past few. I follow a routine when I arrive, I buy a newspaper, then a herb & garlic croissant to have with the latte I buy next. I always purchase my croissant from the same vendor each week, making sure I say hello, how are you, but to be honest, I really didn’t think he noticed I was there every Saturday morning. Much to my surprise though, the first thing he said to me as I asked for my croissant, was he hadn’t seen me in a few weeks. My first morning smile. Next I went to my usual coffee place and had my usual latte, gosh I’m boring while I sat and chatted with the staff. Again, the one staff member noted I had not been there in a few weeks. My second smile of the day.

Now I’m sure I did have a few, if not many more smiles this past weekend, but it was still quiet for me, especially since my husband worked nights again. Middle child, her dog Bear, and the teenage boy are hundreds of kilometres away at university, and the eldest was off visiting her boyfriend. It was the dog and I. Besides the odd woof, he is very quiet. When the kids are young, parents dream of these days, no one pulling at your pant leg, asking the same question over and over again, but when the solitude does arrive, you wish for the noise again.

After Christmas has passed, January and February are very difficult months to get through. The bills start to come in, the weather is dark and gloomy, and most of us wish to be on that white sandy beach. Ironically, today is referred to as Blue Monday. If you have kids that are still young or in higher education, the white sandy beach is just a dream for most of us. Hubby and I made a choice years ago, we had three kids, thus the vacations are few and far between. A few years ago, when the kids were old enough to stay home by themselves, hubby and I started taking three or four day back-country camping trips in the spring. It was our time and still is our time to have fun together, but I still dream of going away to that white sandy beach especially since we have only been once. In 2009, five years ago, we went to Cuba, it was my husband’s first trip out of the country.

So what do I do this weekend? Well besides the usual, I browsed travel web sites, in hopes that I can find a trip to that white sandy beach we can afford, and that I can convince hubby the bathroom renovation that has been going on forever can wait a few more months.

What did you do this weekend?

Empty Nest Syndrome

Definition: is a general feeling of loneliness that parents or guardians may feel when one or more of their children leave home; it is more common in women, (source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Empty_nest_syndrome).

Last night I was suffering from ‘empty nest syndrome’. I had planned a lovely dinner for my seventeen year old and me (hubby was at work), only to find out that he would not be home since he was spending the night at a friends, and leaving before dinner. Well I had a lovely steak, rice, and a slice of chocolate cake (which I had made purposely for him since it is his favourite), washed the dishes, than just sat thinking about my loneliness. You see, both my girls are away at school, and though we chat via phone, text, Skype, and Facebook on a daily basis it is not the same. I miss the daily busyness of the day, I miss working, I miss adult interaction. Thank goodness for Twitter, which sounds quite silly but I am able to tweet and get a response. Over the past year, I have developed relationships with absolute strangers but they keep me sane. It sounds crazy, but when you are stuck at home, unable to work, you need an outlet, any kind of outlet. Luckily hubby understands, and he actually thinks it is kind of cool that I have met new people, gone to tweetups (when I am well enough), heck he even went with me to one of my twitter follower’s house for New Year’s (thanks Morgan).

Anyways, after sulking for about an hour, I decided to phone hubby at work. I told him I was picking him up and we were going over to my best friends house and hanging out there for the evening. Life just got better.