It’s not the day that bothers me.  It was all that dreaming about a vacaaaation.   All that fantasizing about going to the sea. 

 Only leads me to frustration.  My first born baby girl and I were to have this grand adventure, next week.

  And now there’s” he”  telling me,  there’s no money left for the next ten days, in this house, but “ just go on your vacation anyway…take the money that you have saved, you need a vacation you’ve been planning for so lonnnngg.”

   I am sorry.  I am not a “non-parent”  my kids come first. Food is a basic need.  So is anything else they might need. 

 So I  cancelled it all.  Informed my  grown daughter,  I’m sorry, I will send you a nice “consolation prize”

  There would have been a chance to see my grown son too,   The last time I saw him, he was graduating high school. and now he is 24.  

 You all don’t understand… to see my Joey, I have to cull MySpace for the errant picture, hastily tagged, like this one.

 

This so called planned vacation is as elusive as my happiness has been.