This seems so ungrateful and unreasonable but I am just back from a weekend away with my three grown up daughters and feeling quite down to be back. A lot of people made an effort for this to happen, my daughters’ partners doing the childcare, my husband’s son coming from far away to look after him.
It was all really lovely getting away together, chatting, catching up, laughing, a few drinks, a nice meal, some DVDs…
Gosh it went so fast tho! And now I have to get used to my weird life here, juggling my husband’s bad moods and hospital appointments, and doing everything whilst he is mean and sulky. I feel like the plaster of a nice time has been ripped off. Hopefully I will feel the benefit looking back, but it just seems to have highlighted everything I have lost. Any thoughts on how to reframe it in my mind and feel the benefit? I realise many of you never get this sort of opportunity to have a break, and I am so sorry to moan!
It was all really lovely getting away together, chatting, catching up, laughing, a few drinks, a nice meal, some DVDs…
Gosh it went so fast tho! And now I have to get used to my weird life here, juggling my husband’s bad moods and hospital appointments, and doing everything whilst he is mean and sulky. I feel like the plaster of a nice time has been ripped off. Hopefully I will feel the benefit looking back, but it just seems to have highlighted everything I have lost. Any thoughts on how to reframe it in my mind and feel the benefit? I realise many of you never get this sort of opportunity to have a break, and I am so sorry to moan!