Grouch

I'm a big grousing grouch! I will preface everything I'm about to say with the statement that nothing makes me happier than spending time with family. Okay, now . . . I'm worn out. My best friend has a kid just a year or so older than my granddaughter; I don't know how she manages. As I said yesterday, I'm having a hard time keeping up. She (my granddaughter) doesn't understand why I'm tired. Sure, when you're twelve, things don't wear you out the way they do when you're fifty-five. I feel like all I'm doing is driving and spending money, and both are exhausting. We are back home now. I took a scenic route, thinking that we would both enjoy getting off the highway, but she fell asleep so I got back on I-95 and did the rest of the trip in the most expedient way.

As Thurday gets closer, I am dreading more and more the drive up north to take her home. Yes, it will be nice to see my son and little granddaughter (and spend her birthday with her), but I'll be away a total of five days and will drive a minimum of twelve hours. I find it very unappealing. I've done it lots of times, but not lately, and it just feels like a big chore.

All right, I'm finished complaining for the moment. I'll make the most of our last two days together in Jacksonville. At this point, I'm just looking forward to being back home and able to devote time to work and cleaning. I know that sounds crazy, but I've fallen behind a bit on those things. On the other hand, I'm schedule to work a lot in August, and the housework isn't going anywhere. I'll do my best to be in the moment and enjoy my family time.