My husband and kids are driving me nuts so I have left for an indefinite length of time to return a few items at Target. I am stressed about the homework the difficult child's have to get done this weekend. I am emotionally worn out from the ordeal with Harley, the dead motorcyclist, the difficult child's fighting at the psychiatrists, the difficult child's being difficult child's, husband being a difficult child (his listening skills, both active and otherwise really are maddening lately), the passive aggressive **** from him... When the first thing I face when I get up this morning is rejection and harsh criticism BEFORE I've even had my coffee... Is it any wonder I'm in a bad mood? Bah! I'm not coming home today until I feel reasonably calm and happy. So there!