I honestly think the answer is "Don't be an adult and a parent" Hope that helps 😆😆😆
Otherwise?? Well, I'm lucky enough to be a single mum, so I get every other weekend to myself. I take long walks, lounge around in bed for hours, work on the allotment- and socialise! But it's the long walks that are healing.
This week I have had: non paying customers, discovery that I inadvertently owe Council Tax THOUSANDS (this is fucking huge and it's taking every shred of strength I have to pull up my big girl pants and engage with them), DS2 being admitted to hospital with suspected appendicitis (happily it wasn't, and he's fine now), and us going up to Dartmoor to cheer DS1 on as he finished the Ten Tors, which was lovely, but also involved: constant last minute changes of plan, being scolded by DS1's teacher because she thought I'd done something that could get the team disqualified (I absolutely hadn't),. helicopters taking off very close to us, crowds, dealing with Okehampton in complete and utter traffic gridlock and having to leave the car on the outskirts and hurriedly hike to the army camp, and having to take charge one of DS1's mates whose parents were stuck in said gridlock.
Oh, and it's my pre- bleed week (I'm on HRT too), and I guess you can't really call it PMT any more, but whatever it is I've got it 😬
I suppose it's no wonder I'm feeling weak, wobbly and traumatised.
Oh, in the absence of enough time and space for a long walk, I guess an evening in bed watching your favourite TV? Or, if you like swimming, running away from the family for a couple of hours for a swim. But you have to find a nice quiet pool, otherwise there's the risk you might actually bite a Splashy Man in your state of heightened emotion😱