working from photo – that seemed to sum up where I was at that particular evening. In a darkish place, but with enough light to keep going.
Sometimes its crap being the grown up.
And being the one to keep it all together.
Hey, what if the mother/wife were to lose the plot, rant and rave, throw herself on the ground and scream, run away with a circus, refuse to get out of bed, eat chocolate until death, decide to take up pole sitting………….would everyone magically find it in themselves to take charge of their lives and own issues?