The Adventures of Captain Imperfecto

June 12, 2012 I am encased in my weekend cocoon. I feel safe here, sandwiched in between my Friday and Sundays. There really is no worry in my glass that surrounds me, other then what to do with the boys to keep them occupied. It’s the only time I feel normal, because after all, who wants the weekend to end? I escape in the weekends because it’s when I don’t have to worry about bills, banks and responsibilities. I can shelf them in the back of my mind until my eyes open first thing Monday morning when I’m open for business. Until then, I do my best to ignore the fact that Monday is looming out there, and spend time in between the Sat and the Sun enjoying the day before they fade away. The weekends are when I try to recover and heal from a never ending barrage of misfortune and stress from a week of uncertainty. When you lose someone as important to you as your children’s mother, your coping skills go beyond a normal three day bereavement afforded to you from work, family ...