Except it isn't. Not for me. It is actually my Monday and I have five days of work to look forward to until my next day off.
My weekly schedule goes:
Saturday – special charter tour for aggressive young alcoholics. I will take many books. I wish I could take Valium.
Sunday – special charter tour for non-English speaking Chinese group. Very little wine, children en mass, lots of chocolate and nougat and cute animal stuff. Goddamn! They'll make me hold a koala so they can take photos. They always do. (Mental note to self: buy a packet of Caramello Koalas to hand out to the kids, they'll be so stoked. I love the way kids smile when you do something unexpected and awesome for them. Shut up; I do hate them really. Most of the time.)
Monday – day tour
Tuesday – day tour
Wednesday – day tour
Then the extra curricular activities involving housekeeping for daughters, looking after aged parent's decrepit animals and hosting a sex toy party on Wednesday night. Plus, cooking for daughter's 18th and doing decorations for that.
I'm exhausted right now.
I miss Boyfriend.
I've had a request for a facebook confirmation from the daughter of my dead best friend. I said yes and I looked at her page and recognised the mother in the daughter and then I cried, a lot. I miss her still, every day.
I am so scared of losing somebody else in my life. Those that I love go away or die and I don't think I could survive that again. Life is so full of pain that it seems easier not to let your emotions get invested in the first place.