That’s what gets me, when the kids are in bed, asleep.
No way to talk to Glen because he’s 8 hours ahead of me right now, and likely just thinking about getting up to start his day.
By the time the void really starts to bother me, it’s too late. No one to talk to anyway, friends have their own family, their own problems. They don’t want to listen to me whine. I don’t even want to listen to me whine. Family?
So I whine here.
I’m tired of doing everything on my own. I’m tired of feeling so very alone in the world. I don’t like this feeling. I get restless, I feel twitchy, I feel aimless.
Drama Queen, thy name is Jennifer.
I wish I was one of those people who was good around other people. I wish I could look at the phone and not think of all the reasons why I should NOT pick it up and call someone. During the day, the kids are underfoot and it’s impossible to talk on the phone, then after they’re in bed and settled, it’s either too late to call or I start making excuses as to why I shouldn’t pick the phone up.
Time for bed. I have a monster book out from the library, and need to get through the behemoth.
I think this is why Twitter is so popular late at night.
I hate talking on the phone. I have one long-time friend I’ll occasionally chat with but meh…I am not a phone person (although I AM a talker…go figure.)
Hang in there!
Do you have a webcam?? and Skype?? if so look for me..we can chat that way.
I can identify from my days as a househuband, with novel in the attic.
Raddled by kids. Harrassed.
The novel in the attic seemed a better looking picture of the self.
Jamie- I’m a chatter box too, once I open up that is.
Trish – I can’t even pick up the phone to talk to people down the street! I appreciate the offer though, you’re one of those genuine people that I need to connect with.
Ivan – My mother went to Seneca College! I went to a few grades of elementary school down the street from there. Small world (I was just at your blog). The grass is always greener isn’t it?
One day I’ll look back and think I should have enjoyed these days more. Enjoyed the independence, enjoyed the time away from the husband and proving that I can do it all on my own.
Jen,
The grass seems indeed greener.
Leaving Seneca, I ended up like a rogue knight with a bent lance, riding a horse sort of like the one in that movie, Cat Ballou.
Makes me think of what old writer Joyce Cary said:
“Your plan, no good;
God’s plan: better.