What a great day to be me.
I spend a lot of time on here bitching about my life. The things I do wrong, the things people do to piss me off, all kinds of things that are generally negative.
This is not one of those posts. I had one of the better days I’ve had in a long time.
Most Sundays are bad for me. I hate going to work and my boy leaves until the next weekend. Therefore, I typically spend Sunday evening in a bad way. Not today.
Hanging with my boy is always a good way to start my Sundays. We talk and hang out and practice, good times. It’s grand. But then he leaves which wrecks me. The worst part of this divorce is the lack of time I get with my kids, but I digress.
This Sunday was different. I got a call from a great friend asking me to come over for dinner. So I went and we had a nice meal and talked for several hours, catching up, complaining, conspiring, all the stuff friends do. And unlike the typical Sunday, I enjoyed my night.
On a normal Sunday, I spend most of the evening lamenting my existence, worried about what Monday will bring. Sad that my kids are gone, just in a bad way. But I was able to get out of my typical Sunday funk by spending it with someone who actually likes and understands me.
Too bad all weekends can’t be like this one, but I can hope for the best, right?