It's been a long damn school year. It's almost over. All three of the kids have had a rough time for one reason or another. Sometimes one will, this is the first time all three of them have. They are tired. I am tired. I've tried to be understanding. I've tried to make home the refuge it should be. I get surliness in return.
Part of me is looking forward to summer vacation so I don't have to drag my butt out of bed at 5:30 am every day for a while and then wrangle three kids at that hour. Part of me is dreading it because Mr. Lime plans to be gone for 6 weeks this summer. Last summer there was no time that we all reconnected as a family. Things aren't looking good for this summer to be one of family time with plans like that. The plans I've been trying to make for the kids and me are being met with resistance.
The last two days have been full of conflict. I'm tired of being around people who are either miserable, nasty, or who regard me as nothing but a personal servant. I let them know. Then I drove around for a while until I found somewhere quiet.
Mr. and Mrs. Hughes didn't bitch at me, or say hurtful things, or demand anything of me. They let me sit under their nice, shady maple while I watched the sunset in peace. Mr. Hughes' flag was all knocked over so I fixed it. I figured it was the least a WWI veteran deserved since he was nice enough to let me visit in peace. I admired their geraniums that someone actually took time to plant. Nice to see someone cares enough to visit and keep the place nice. It was nice to make the acquaintance of Mr. and Mrs. Hughes. I might go back sometime.