Before we moved, my parents gave us some words of wisdom to live by once we got to Florida. They told us to have patience with each other, the situation, our jobs, with everything because from now on, it was just going to be the two of us. We wouldn’t have the tight knit circle of friends in Lakeland that we did in Atlanta, and even though everyone is just a phone call away, it’s a totally different feeling to be alone without easy access to your social circle.
Boy, this week, we had to remind ourselves of those words of advice about a billion times. This week was a doozy.
We probably picked a fight with each other at least 2x a day, if not more. It was really just one of those weeks in a relationship where everything seems to blow up, no one can keep his/her temper in check, and everything sets you off. I know it’s normal, and every relationship goes through those phases. We have before, but this week felt different, mainly because of the whole isolation thing we’ve got going on here. I spend more than two hours a day in the car going back and forth from work. I’m LOVING my job so don’t get me wrong. This whole commuting thing is super new to me, and it totally sucks driving in the morning with the sun coming up, and driving in the evening with the sun setting. I can’t wait for daylight savings because at least I’ll feel like I have more daytime to do things. So I’ve been exhausted and cranky. Timmy’s been home most of the week, making phone calls and has had no one else to talk to during the day other than Floyd.
We haven’t explored anything in the area in three weeks, other than a few trips to our local Applebee’s and a local restaurant to meet up with our one friend here in Lakeland. We turn into hermits on the weekends and all I want to do is sleep the days away. Throw in a menstrual cycle, and that, my friends, is the perfect storm. Continue reading