Monday (or any day after a long weekend ends), it is hard to face the loneliness I feel when it's over. I hate (seriously hate) after spending a weekend with family and friends the separation of me from all of "that". I had a really terrific weekend visiting friends and family, watching my son and husband smile and laugh along with me and others. It really was fun, no down times, no sad times, just lots of visits with people I haven't seen in a while, sharing stories, catching up.
So husband and son left for work and school and I am here alone with the cats. Put on some music to fill the silence and I still feel a familiar queasiness, unsteadiness. So put it all together -- I get lonely. I miss the "excitement" of having people I love and care about around me. Sometimes it is overwhelming, but not necessarily in a bad way. Sometimes my family can be a bit much - they are loud, talkative, opinionated, but most of all we all seem to love or at least like each other most of the time.
Don't misunderstand me, I don't miss living back "home". My husband and I live a good healthy distance from our parents and most of our family members. They can drive to see us but can't do a "pop-in" when we least expect it. We both like it that way.
This is a recurring topic in my therapy sessions. Why do I feel so lonely after a good weekend or even any weekend? Do I need more friends? (not particularly) Do I need to get a job outside the home? (maybe, we'll see, but I think I'd rather work in the home). I think that I just like having the right people around me. Whether the right people are family and friends or some acquaintances, or even no one, it depends on the day. Believe me there are days when I don't want anyone around me but those days never seem to be after a good weekend.
Mondays - almost always have a way of bringin' me down.
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