One of the best things about being divorced is having every other weekend for yourself. One of the worst things…is having every other weekend for yourself. I approach these weekends with mental lists full of all the things I’m going to accomplish. I’m going to hit the gym, clean the garage, read a new book, highlight my hair, meet a girlfriend for lunch, see a new movie, take an art class, and go on a couple of dates.

What ends up happening to my mental list? It’s replaced by a newer list of why I’m mental. I feel sorry for myself which makes me eat junk, then I feel worse for having eaten poorly so I take a walk….to the mall where I try on close that don’t fit. That makes me hit the food court which propels me back home to my living room couch where this vicious cycle began. By the time I’m ready to take on the weekend, my ex is honking the car horn outside and the kids are back! I did highlight my hair though. It will look awesome in two weeks when I’m joining that yoga class.