Since I became a single parent on a Friday afternoon nearly two years ago, I've found Friday nights to be a time of loose ends for me. When there were three of us, Friday was a family night; an evening to grab a pizza and some beer for supper, relax and contemplate the weekend before us. But now that I'm on my own, come Friday night I usually find myself exhausted from my week of single parenting. It's no longer a leisurely opportunity to contemplate the weekend. More often, it's a reminder of what might have been.
So Friday, which was once my favorite evening, is now the least enjoyable night of the week for me. If I ever feel lonely and sad for my old life, it's on Friday. This spring, I've been actively trying to combat those feelings. Frankly, I haven't had much success.
But tonight the evening was warm and fragrant with the smells of spring. Just before the twilight, JT and I went for a leisurely bike ride with his friend from across the street. And then I came inside to relax while the boys played basketball.
It's a start.