Today just started off bad. I woke up and did not have my brush. If you are a girl you know what I mean. You have YOUR brush. I left MY brush at home. I was so busy packing everyone else's everything, that I left my hairbrush on the sink. For most most people a brush is a necessity, although my kids would disagree: oldest throws his hat on, middle hates brushing her hair, and youngest...well, he doesntOkay, no biggie, right? Well, if I had a car it really wouldn't be a huge deal. Except our car is at work with the husband. So, oldest goes to the front desk to see if they have a brush to purchase. He comes back with a comb. Not just any comb, but a little black comb like you got back in grade school on picture day. Yes, that sort of comb. When I was brushing...well, combing...middle's hair, you would have thought I was ripping out fingernails. It didn't go well. Although, I may have found a new form of punishment in our house.
The day just got worse from there and it just kept going. At home when I have a bad day, I always have somewhere to escape to. I go outside, or to our room, for a time out. When we travel we are stuck together. These experiences have made us so much closer as a family. Here, there is no time out. It is constant, but that isn't a bad thing. I don't think all families could handle it, or that all would really want to. I know we couldn't do it all year round. We appreciate our time apart also. But the time that we have for these few months is special. So, even on the worst days, it isn't all that bad. As I write this, I am the only one awake, but I am watching the four most important people in my life sleep in the room around me. It is a great night after a pretty shitty day. Oh, and the husband brought me wine earlier, the wine made it pretty awesome too.