Same old, same old.
Get up, go to work, come home, correct papers, go to bed, then get up and do it all over again.
I lead a pretty boring life. We watch movies. Sometimes we take a 20-minute road trip to the coast for an ice cream cone. Occasionally we travel 10-minutes for a Dunkin Donuts coffee or stop to visit family at the family farm. It is a big trip to visit our daughter 2-hours away so that I can attend my support group once a month.
Some day I will be longing for just another day of my boring life. I will wish to see him in his chair playing solitaire over and over on his iPad. I will miss him telling me that he isn’t hungry, ready for bed, and that he just “wants to just go home.”
It hangs over my head like a weighted blanket.
No matter how much I try not to think about it. It is always there.