Wow, this simple question has my head spinning.
First off, I moved out at my the request of my BS and NOTHING has been better for her healing. I fought it for a number of weeks SELFISHLY but with enough people beating me over the head and helping me focus on HER recovery and not MY ego, I realized I had to leave. I THANK GOD every day I made that decision (what an crazy think to say, but it makes sense!)
I can't imagine what your BS are going through with you still in the house...be careful everyone, we're big time triggers for them and in a lot of cases it hurts their healing if you're around. Even worse on the weekend without the normal work / school distractions of the week.
Next I just want to share that I never liked weekends before. When I was in the fog, weekends were one big pain in the arse. Kids homework, food to be cooked, dog needs walking, bday parties, sports, music class for the kids, on and on it used to go...all the things I HAD TO DO which forced me away from MY STUFF. I hated it.
But now I can see.
It's sounds a bit dramatic, but my weekends are my only time with the kids now and I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. My weekends now have MEANING and for the first time in a very long time they fill me with love.
So to answer the question directly, I'm alone Friday nights preparing the weekend with my boys, journaling and hanging out on SI. Sat morning I wake up at 630, go to bakery and get their favorite breakfast pastries and then we're OFF TO THE RACES - Dog walks, Music class, golf camp, grocery shopping, cook then lunch, play time, school clothes shopping, on an on it goes and it is absolutely the highlight of my week. A similar routine follows on Sunday (add in church and big Sunday chicken that I roast) and you get the idea.
I live for my weekends, plain and simple, which is so WONDERFUL because when I was in the fog of the A, I hated my weekends (which in reality is because I was leaving my family one small step at a time).
Thanks for the question as it made me stop and appreciate what I have, even in the middle of the horror I created and the terrible suffering of my BS.