Weekend Entrapment

I wish I could think of a word that had a more positive slant than entrapment, but it is truly how I end up feeling. It is much like what I think a single parent of an infant might feel at times. You can bundle up a baby in their stroller and take them with you into stores and the grocery store. And I know that part of my entrapment on the weekends is of my own making. Trent is friendly when we are out, too friendly. He not only speaks to everyone but often tries to take on a conversation like they are old friends. It doesn't take long anymore before the so-called friend is looking at me and we are both uncomfortable, or so it seems to me. Trent's conversations are sometimes a string of vague responses, "Same old, same old", "Yea, I was gonna say that", "It is either on the right or left", and on and on. At home he's obsessed with locating the dogs and working to get one to stay in his lap or next to him when they don't want to do so, letting them in 5 sec. after I let them out, and opening and closing the refrigerator, the garage door, and the pantry about 50 times a day. If you ask him if you can help him look for something, he has no idea what you are talking about. Trent sleeps a lot. He woke up this morning at 9:00 a.m., took an hour nap at about 3:00 p.m., and was in bed for the night at 7:30 tonight.

I spoke with Landry tonight on the phone and he told me about his soccer game. Some of the details were lost in the translation but it was great to hear from him. I was asking Kristy what they were wanting for Christmas and then realized that at this rate it better be on the internet or at the grocery store. I haven't been in another store in a long time.

Is this something I'll adjust to? or will I forever resent not having my freedom?
It takes on a different feeling when the person has no reciprocal responses of affection or even gratitude. Most of Trent's responses directed to me are looks of anger accompanied by words that hold little meaning. Well, wah! I hope I can kick down the door and get out for a couple of hours tomorrow. Garrett said he'd try to get by tomorrow. I miss my independence. I hate telling everyone that if it's after 4:00, I can't unless I can get someone to stay with Trent.