Sunday, May 3, 2015

May 2, 2015



My Saturday began as so many do:  Up, read a little, got a call from Sweet Clare who supported me on being in difficult work situations, then I chatted with Tim a bit.  

Yet from almost the get go, I was so overwhelmed: house is a mess... the kids seem have no idea how to do things like when you take something out, put it away.  The male offspring, especially. MY.BRAIN.IS.ON.EDGE.  I jumped on them, but felt guilty (thanks, Catholic baptism), so I apologized.  It isn't really about them, it's about me and how I’m reacting.

I set off to get a few things accomplished:  post office, then Home Depot.  Bought the bulb, got the bulb in!  Saw a brief light!!  Then I saw smoke. Shit.  The wiring was very hot.  Not good.  I went home to get to get Mags who had a date at a friend’s birthday party, then I had to race back to start prepping for the camping outing I had promised the boy (or he had guilted me into)  A friend of his had never been camping before, so I said we could go..but today is NOT being a very nice day.  Plus, I’m really struggling with this as he isn’t helping a lot to make things happen.  To be fair, I know I’m having a very off day…ok, off-week.  So…let’s do this.

Whoever said girls are louder than boys needs to have their head examined.  Girls whisper quietly as they talk about boys.  Boys, however, bellow loudly as all that pubescent testosterone courses through their blood.  We had finally found a camping site, somewhere off of Mormon Emigrant Trail, about 4 miles on a long and narrow winding road.  Lots and LOTS of gun ranges.  Lots and LOTS of loud guns.  Still, once we found our far, far away spot, it wasn’t too bad.  

 Due to my Very Bad Terrible Day, after we were set up (boys were in a tent and I was in the bus), I mostly read.  They had fun, I would assume, hanging out and being on their own, 25 feet away from me.  I enjoyed reading a book for the first time in a long, long time.  Soon, it was time for sleep.

 Pictures:  The road to our camp site; Sitting in the bus, reading; Our location; My first experience with running water in the bus.

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