I hate weekends. They are a slap in the face. A shoving it down your throat reminder of what I don't have. Of what we're missing. It seems the rest of the world is enjoying fun family activities-drive in movies, festivals in the park, lazy days at the lake. I should be use to it as it's been this way most of my parenting life but it doesn't make it suck any less. When they were younger it was easier to entice them with trips to the park, a walk around the mall or hanging out at the neighborhood pool. It felt a little less pathetic and made the long never ending hours seem a bit less so. Now it just feels like we are trapped. And Lonely.