I'm not feeling the love here!
My sister's teen daughters are completely uninterested in the children, so guess what? We've had NO break.
So I announced we were going back to my mother's on Xmas Day and have pissed off my sister.
As it is we are three weeks here. About a week too long. I feel foreign, strange and trapped here. I don't like it.
I'm ready to face 2013 as the year to get on with our lives as much as we can, at home, in Scotland.
This sucks. The bed's uncomfortable and DH and I got horrid sleep. Then we are stuck here.
I wish there were some way to change our tickets and return to the UK.
I feel like it's yet another mistake. My entire adult life has been a catalogue of incompetence.
A Spiritualist friend informs me that Aillidh is happy, and around us always.
I suppose that's good.
I've moved from wanting our old life back, which can never be, to wanting a fresh start away from where we are now.