Every few weeks MrH has to provide on call cover, and that week he has to work on the Saturday in the office. I hate that week. I miss him. I feel lost. I’m without focus and I get anxious. The level of separation anxiety I am experiencing is not particularly healthy, and when I’m anxious, I eat. This anxiety is in direct contradiction to the general improvement I have felt in my mood, that I wrote about here.
This week I decided to try and keep myself busy. I had a couple of strategies to help me, they were
1. Cross stitching. Providing my ginger cat will let me.
2. Do the laundry. Now I always do this on a Saturday, but my plan today was to wash the clothes and iron them as soon as they are dried. Therefore keeping me more occupied.
How did it go… actually quite well. MrH is on his way home. I’ve done 6 loads of laundry and ironed everything as it dried. There’s still one load in the dryer and one waiting to go in that contains ironing. The rest are just towels. So that’s good.
I’ve managed to do some of the cross stitch too. The cats both investigated the frame and fabric which is to be expected but they didn’t attack the threads which was making the task completely impossible a few years ago.
In fact MrH has just arrived home and I haven’t had a single anxious episode today.
That ladies and gents is a win! Of course in the long run I need to find a way to cope with the separation anxiety I am feeling because it isn’t good.