I woke with a headache. Still tired and feeling drained. I floated through the day. Or that’s at least how it felt. I didn’t want to do a lot.
Being day five of six and having had four busy days. My body wanted me to slow down. I listened, saying I didn’t want to do the plans we already had. I’m glad now because it down poured that much it was coming through the conservatory roof.
At first, I don’t think my partner was happy about not doing a lot. We hardly spoke today until bedtime and that was more to do with anything but my frustrations.
But I’m glad I had planned a girls night with the one who couldn’t come to the group girls night. It was fun. Had a meal, chatted our frustrations throughout and watched The Space Between Us.
The second time I’ve watched it and it’s still sweet. Enjoyed it.
Getting my frustrations out about my partner to my friend helped me. For when I arrived home I was a little more me.
Now I need to think of a plan of attack to get my partner being a full grown, responsible, adult without me having to ask.
Is that too big of a goal?