I'm so f@cken bored. What I wouldn't do for just one social contact in this country. I spend 90% of my time by myself and to be quite honest - I'm sick of me. I'm bored with me and I'm bored with trying desperately each day to find a way to just pass the time. I hate to sound so 'woe is me' because I'm really not sitting around feeling sorry for myself, but I am sitting around feeling restless, alone and really stir crazy.
My business is small and these days it only takes me a couple of hours to do what needs to be done for the day. I place my orders, touch base with customers who need me, send a few emails and in just a couple of hours - I'm done for the day and searching for things to do. Wayne just let me know he won't be home until 8:00 tonight. That's over 8 more hours I have to kill before then.
I think I say more to my cats each day than I do to actual humans - if they start talking back - I'll be really worried about my mental health! I should go to the gym, but to be quite honest - since the miscarriage, I haven't been feeling much like going (I'm down to 3 days a week and some days feel like I can actually feel myself getting fatter). Sometimes being out amongst people just makes me feel more alone. It's not like anyone really talks to me and if they do, it's so superficial it feels not worth bothering. I hate small talk. I can have small talk with the cat at home and get just as much out of it as I can with some random gym employee who's job it is to act interested. God, I'm cynical.
I was thinking of not publishing this post because who wants to read my complaints, but it's honest and I think a blog should be honest. Plus, it might shed some light on why I don't blog more often - my life is so mundane that sometimes, there's just nothing to say.
My in-laws just left after a five day visit. I don't mind it being a five day visit, but then again, five days of your house not being your own is always a bit unsettling and although I don't look forward to their departure when they are here, I can't say I'm sad to have things go back to normal. As a treat for my son's birthday, we took him to the Museum of Natural History in London on Thursday. He chose to go because we took him last year (he's been crazy about dinosaurs since he was three years old). They give out adventure packs at the museum which consist of a back pack, safari hat, and binoculars with an adventure to follow during their visit. The back pack has clues in it to solve a mystery. Last year it had a dinosaur claw, a tooth and a sample of dinosaur skin he had to match up to one on display. He had a great time solving the mystery and even remembered which dinosaur it ended up being. Last year's trip was wonderful. We walked right in,
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