It would be so easy to just get mad. To give him the cold shoulder. To give only one word answers. To avoid looking into his eyes.
But then we would be stuck. Stuck between a rock and a hard place. The hard place where nobody wins. Nobody wins; we all lose.
I don't wanna go there. So I won't. I will swallow this bitter pill and try to make the best of it.
Yes, I am an adult capable of taking care of two kids by myself. Yes, I know somebody has to bring home the bacon so I can fry it up in a pan. I know, I know, I know and still........
Isn't it time for family vacations? Time for watching fireworks and going to festivals? Time to eat ice cream until our stomachs ache? Time to watch the sunset? Time to taste salt water on our lips? Time to have a barbecue? Time just to forget, if even just for a little while, that work is waiting to be done? Time to just breath in the laughter and feel it dance around inside you?
Pushing Sophie in the stroller today, around the shopping center across the street, everywhere there were signs. Big red signs. Proclaiming, screaming LAST SALE OF THE SUMMER. Summer's over. Gone with barely a whimper. Fizzled out before we had time to enjoy it.
But, then I think summer is too hot anyway. All the sweat and the prickly heat and the endless requests for one more drink of water, pleeeeeeaaaaaaaassssseeeee. Now, if you really want to take a trip, take it in the fall. The changing leaves, the crispness in the air, a comfortable, light breeze.
So, that is what we will do. Wait until things settle down at work for Hubs (hopefully soon). Wait until it cools off a little. Wait until the beach is a little less crowded. Wait until we have time to really enjoy a vacation. Yes, that is what we will do. Even if it has to wait until next year. That is what we will do.