Ache hasn't been home full 12 hours yet and I'm already pulling my hair. As I suspected, he is in the bad place. Extremely negative, passive-aggressive boarding to just plain aggressive, self-pitying, volatile, snide, snarky, disrespectful, catastrophizing mess in the foulest possible mood. Pretty much like he was on the first half of his sick leave last autumn, just bit more actively seeking for fight. Hubby already had to leave the house for few hours to cool down and not to let him pick a fight. It is very clearly anxiety based and I really do believe Ache will calm down with time and low expectations of being home, but I'm really not looking forward for this weekend. It is Midsummer weekend, the second biggest holiday for us. The time of the year we remember our pagan origins, pack our bags and flee to the countryside, to cabins and boats and have a good three day drinking binge. It is popular, if morbid, past time for us to make bets with our friends on Midsummer bingo: guessing how many dies this Midsummer by drowning, in vehicle accidents, in homicides or by Darwin factor (by showing they are too stupid to live.) Having two kids in prime age to be part of those figures dampens the mood. And having a kid like Ache in the mood he is and heading to the friends cottage tomorrow really dampens it. Only good thing is that he will be spending this Midsummer with his older friends, and one friend's girlfriend is visible pregnant so there will be one sober person in that company. Joy will be spending Midsummer on our cabin with his friends and there will be no sober people so I worry also for him. Big open bodies of water, lots of huge bonfires, little bonfires for warm and cooking, grilling, hot, hot saunas, fireplaces, young people who feel invincible and huge amounts of alcohol just can make an ugly mix.