The last few weeks have been incredibly emotionally draining. Besides all of the thoughts and memories brought up from the D-Day Anniversary I have also been dealing with a lot of stress at work. I was supposed to be out of town this week at a training, but had to cancel at the last-minute and stay behind because of a “crisis” at work. All week I have been on and off the phone, multi-tasking like crazy, and generally being all things to all people (even more than usual). So I am super excited that today is Friday.
Why so excited you may ask? What fascinating and amazing weekend activities do I have planned? Absolutely nothing. Literally. I did have a semi-fun weekend planned with a trip to a Wine Festival that is about an hour and a half away. I had two discount admissions courtesy of Groupon that would include souvenir tasting glasses, all the wine we could drink, music, cooking demonstrations, and various other festival-like activities.
Alas, my procrastinating husband has put off yet another school project to the last possible minute. That means he now has only 2 days to start and finish a project that a good portion of his grade depends on. Not to mention, he should have already registered for Summer classes but has yet to figure out what classes he should take, what time they are offered, and when and where he needs to go to take the placement test required for math. Oh – and he also needs to LEARN math so he can pass said test. Those things combined with new anti-depression medication that doesn’t encourage drinking and the prospect of a rainy weekend has killed my chances of going to the wine festival. I hope my sister and her boyfriend enjoy it. Here is what I plan to do now – As little as humanly possible.
I probably should be at least a little upset. I am frustrated by my husband’s lack of responsibility and general motivation. But I am learning to let that go. It is possible that I could be co-dependant and I have definitely been an enabler in the past. I am trying to move past those things and let him fall on his face or succeed completely on his own, even if that means he ends up with a 70-something. It sucks. I don’t like to see others struggling while I sit back and watch with the ability to help them. It seems cruel. I also have very high standards and hate it when someone doesn’t live up to their potential. But apparently that is my co-dependance talking (I’m still not sure how much I buy into that whole thing). I will go into all that later (probably), but right now I think I’m going to start my weekend early by giving my brain a break from deep thinking.
So, to recap – My husband will spend the weekend basically chained to his computer and a math book. Meanwhile, I will be perfectly content with the couch, a blanket, and a few good books. In fact, as an introvert, that sounds like an absolutely perfect weekend to me.