Freedom coming

From my relatively quiet post I observe the goings on around me. Reading emails but not responding, taking a few choices away from myself to make life easier, not getting into the drama. I am glad for the week's sunny warm days and the promise of a getaway. Not a getaway from the kids, from whom I rarely feel the need to escape, but from the monotonous rythm of my relationship with R which many days leaves me feeling a bit drained and somewhat hopeless. Not always. I am always the secret cheerleader, the hallway monitor, the guidance counsellor and I recieve little recognition or thanks or response to my work. Just like a grown up! I am looking forward to the happy chatty female energy, the laughing at rude joks, the freedom of not having to coax someone into conversation, the freedom to go back to bed! (the margaritas I will savour).