Jedi skills failing

Aaaah Saturday, blessed Saturday..the day everyone waits for a marker that its the weekend... So what prey tell did I do with my day?

well my day went something like this. Wake up at 3 when my other half has to get up for work, surprisingly I fall back asleep. I then wake up before 8 a nice breakfast of toast and coffee...From then on I spend the next 7 hrs putting on 9 loads of washing, changing the bed cleaning the living room (removing 5 old takeaways in the process)and using the sticky de-linters to take off a thick film of dust that was on the lampshades.

As you may have guessed, when I start cycling (im bipolar) my mood flips quite drastically. I couldn't bear to look at the pile of washing (which in Seany's case is at least 9 months old) and it upset me that I had none of my clothes that actually make me look semi decent. Im also a strange mix of tired out of my mind and yet with so much energy I want to be at the Gym or sparring or SOMETHING. After yesterdays post, you all know I needed to do something with my weekend. THAT was not my idea of something. So when my boy came home (a little worse for wear, and after I had popped out to get him lucozade and oreos) I suggest going swimming. We find a place to go and some swimmers that actually fit.

Walking out of the house we spot the bus, and do the look that says "wanna run for it...nah" and continue to trudge along. 15 mins later manage to get the bus and sit behind Mavis, bless her, Mavis was 90 if she was a day and discussing Christmas cards. The ride takes half an hour, sun beaming through the window making my glasses slide down my nose with sweat. We finally get there, and my mood starts to pick up, I'm FINALLY getting a weekend I can do something with...when the nice lady says they are full to capacity...

Silencing poor Seany as he suggetsthing else to do with the eve, we trudge back to the station. The poor boy hasn't seen me like this before, and is using the tactics he would normally use with others on me...it doesn't work...i dont make small talk or talk for the sake of it, I introvert. Another hot sweaty ride (watching a rather convincing TS, who didn't actually have the fashion sense of a man dressing as a woman but a woman) and its like nothing has hap pend, and im back home. I decide to bake, and watch Die Hard, noticing that Seany is still trying to make small talk, but somethings not right.

My jedi like skills obviously failing me, as when I get to bed I find out whats wrong. For the first time in months Seany didnt sense me there with him, I was distant. So apparently the thing that's keeping my boys sanity afloat is me...but whats going to keep mine afloat?

This morning sees me waking up looking at all the clean clothes i need to fold, the washing that needs to be done the plans that have failed and despairing.

YAY for weekends.