Does anyone else hate the wait more on weekends? It's like there's no hoping if today's the day. Plus not spending the weekend with your spouse when friends are doing things with their husbands/wives. It would have been easier to fall in love with a Brit
Yes, the stress seems to sting particularly on the weekends. When talking with Herself I've taken to calling Friday 'heavy sigh-day', because silly jokes are paramount to human survival and because with each passing one it'll be at least another three nights of not knowing. Another chunk of summer unshared and gone forever.
Not least our wedding, I've lost count of the weekend plans we'd made for this summer that have evaporated while our future rots uncertain in a pile on a desk in Sheffield.