Do I really have to go home?
Thanks to my husband, I’ve been enjoying the silence of a quiet evening out. By. Myself. I left just before 6pm and still have one half hour left of down time. I had an awful day with the kids – mainly because I naively thought they had risen above fighting – put arguing beyond them, and were committed to getting along. Not so. By 10am this morning, I had to call a family meeting due to some of them being mean and others of them being oblivious to how their behavior was wrong. We started the day right…went to mass…stayed on schedule as much as possible. Dear me. Not all days are bad, but this one was enough to make me sick.
