Another boring weekend is about done. Same as most. Another Saturday night passes with an empty living room, wife and I in our room, kids in their respective rooms. I go out and sit at the TV and mess around with some games to see if it sparked any interest. It didn’t. It was a half-hearted attempt, anyway, barely wanting to do anything myself, but still wanting to try and start an activity that involved the family. Several days leading up to it, tired of the melancholy of the previous weekend, vowing to try and do something interesting that would involve the whole family and make a good weekend for everyone for a change.
Weekend comes, I barely feel the urge to say anything with the feeling of hopelessness inside. Day comes and goes as usual, wake up, lay around a while, find some small chores that needs done and do them if I can get motivation going, get supper, evening creeps by, kids don’t want to do anything, wife just wants to stay in our room, blah blah, same shit, nothing usually happens. Sometimes my older daughter and I will watch some videos together and she’ll watch me play some games, and that’s great. I just wish I could get everyone more engaged, and more often.