We’re back. Yes, we decided to drive to Toronto, stay one day, then drive back Saturday, and then HRH would drive four hours in the opposite direction to work on Sunday. It was ultimately his decision, and I can understand why he did it: to stay home would mean everyone brooding and a totally ruined family vacation this year.
Well, things weren’t great yesterday, being the day after the drive home, what with everyone being stuck in cars for long periods of time, and both Liam and I with really bad colds, and sleep being not restful. Scarlet and Blade made us dinner on Saturday night after we got home, which was unexpected and so kind, and then again last night, and just before that they even tried to kidnap my son in order to give me fifteen minutes of peace with a cup of hot tea. It would have succeeded, too, if I hadn’t just put him down for the night, two hours early. As it was, I loved the tea, and the thought, and the caring.
I thought today would be all right. Or better, at least. And it’s not, because I just downloaded five days’ worth of mail and found a deliberate insult waiting for me that has made me see red. What little benefit I got from the weekend has been totally ruined. And I use the same phrase I used in the first paragraph to make a point: All that effort, down the drain.
I am livid. And I’ve calmed down to this point, after an hour. I can finally string vaguely coherent words together. I don’t think I’ll be able to work today, I’m so furious.
Email is such an easy way to take calculated shots at people. You don’t have to look someone in the face when you insult them. It’s cheap, and it’s cowardly. And everyone I know and call family or friend should know better.
Don’t expect to hear from me again for a while.
*sigh* Posting comments take two. Not sure what happened to my first post. Just went *poof*. Was ranting about how I love getting a real letter in the mail, as it takes someone writing it longhand first, then writing the envelope, rummaging for stamps and trekking through snow to get it into the mailbox. Such love to get a real letter in the mail. Email is convenient, sometimes overly. I often push the “send” button without really giving much thought to the letter itself. I think it’s something we all do, like it or not. It’s a laziness we’ve adopted and adapted to. I hardly get any “real” letters anymore. I miss those days.
Oh man!! I’m sorry you had/are having such a trying time. Good on ya for attempting the vacation anyway, because that took determination and gumption. Even if it didn’t work out wonderfully, at least you (plural) tried, and that says so much about you guys as a couple and as individuals. (But it still sucks that you didn’t get the restful vacation you planned and deserved.)
As for the email/insult. . . obviously I don’t know the details (and none of my business anyway) but yeck all around.
Hope the rest of the week is better for you.
love and hugs and kisses
xox