I Hate When Good Things End

So my “day off,” which was lovely while it lasted, ended with a horror show. Tears, yelling, storming out between family members and I had to step in to take care of my people. It was full scale emotional warfare. And we had to break contact.

Instead of a quiet evening all together, I’m sitting in a hotel with my family wondering what tomorrow is going to be like. I hope they can all work things out.

My recharged batteries were spent pretty fast. Sigh.