This afternoon, I wanted to get in the car and drive a few hours away, check into a hotel and stay until the people I live with realize how they take me for granted. I feel like I am struggling to make ends meet, struggling to communicate with my husband, and struggling to get my kids to treat me with a bit of respect. I called Travis on my way home from co-op and said, "I quit." I am sure that all I need is a good night's sleep to put things back into perspective, and get a grip on my life again, but a few hours ago I just wanted to say forget it.
Then, my neighbor called to see if I wanted to go walking with her. Afterwards we had hot cups of mint tea with mint-chocolate creamer and some good conversation. Her day was worse than mine, as her 31 year old son that had been put in rehab on Friday had turned up in town again today. They had to tell him he could not come home. That already help my perspective. Things can always be worse, but sometimes in a moment they sure don't feel that way.