A few days, no kids. Vacation. Alone time. Sitting down. My feet don't hurt at the end of the day. The first night I slept 12 hours. Amazed by the amount of coherent thoughts that run all the way through my head. Conversations not interupted. Quiet. Taking a few days as ordered from my wife.
Julia is sick. Up all night. Käri is exhausted. I should go home. I am pulled- yet not going, yet. Anxious, but okay.
Let go of the guilt, Let go of the guilt, Let go of the guilt, Let go of the guilt...