Sunday mornings have become the toughest part of the week for me. I don't know why it is, but most Sundays I wake up feeling blue. I haven't really figured about exactly why I feel that way, but I think it is because the weekends are so much fun and I know they end on Sunday. That seems so stupid to me, but my therapist says that it is completely normal.
I had this same feeling when I used to teach at Milford. My therapist then told me to go out to dinner or do something fun on Sunday nights with my family instead of spending it dreading the next day. That did help a lot. We have tried that here, but it doesn't help as much. I truly believe it is because I know that Doug will be gone a few days during the week and I really don't love that. At first, I didn't mind, but it has gotten harder for me. That seems crazy to me as I am busier now than when he first started his job in Longwood and use the nights he's gone to catch up on my to-do list or favorite television shows. I will definitely have to work on this as Doug loves his new job and it does allow us to pay the bills and enjoy life in Florida.
The second reason that I believe that I hate Sundays is because that is the day that I have to give Doug his Vitamin B12 shot. I absolutely hate that. I have learned better how to fill the syringe, but I still feel as though I am hurting him every time I do it. There have only been two times that Doug has said it hurt, but that doesn't matter. I still hate doing it. Unfortunately, I don't see that changing anytime soon. The shots have helped raise his levels, so I guess that I will just have to stay positive about that. Thankfully, going to mass on Sunday morning does help my overall mood. I will just have to keep trying to focus on the good things going on in our lives on Sunday instead of feeling down about what the week ahead has in store for me.
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