It's just been such a hard day. I've been so mad all day - at Jared and at SK. Surely it must be for days like that that the word "escapism" was coined. I'm pretty sure it's not the "time of the month", but I do think it's the bubbling over of pent-up "molten lava" causing my volcano of emotions to explode.
But as surely as night comes, so does the regret. Jared has a friend whose parents are separating and this evening, between sobs, he said that he didn't want mummy and daddy to be like that. The parenting textbook would say this was an opportunity to show the child that people can be angry with each other and still make the commitment to stick it out together. But what the parenting textbook obviously doesn't say is how you'd then worry about the emotional damage already done....
sigh...
"weeping may last a night but rejoicing comes in the morning...."
At times like these, I so miss our time in Vancouver - our family time, the beauty of nature that made our homeschooling so special, just a saner work-family balance.
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