The evening of the last day had been filled with the exhaustion of the past days. I felt the behaviour of the the kids was at it's worst, everyone in his peculiar way. And I felt so helpless. I had a mild migraine. Everything I wanted was to retreat and to pass to another day. If only the weather got better!
This morning I awoke from a nightmare, in which I had the same helpless feeling as the evening before. I had dreamt that Elena ran wild during the attempt to get the kids out of home to some place else and that she'd become inaccessible for me and in a fit of rage she had jumped down a stairwell and bumped her head badly. I felt that our marriage and the whole family was about to break.
In reality, the family was a bit in a dull mood. Certainly the cool and humid weather made it's contribution to it. We spend one half of the day in the supermarket with it's overwhelming range of choice and the other on a trip through the local rainforest. Originally we had planned to spend the afternoon at the other (East) coast of the Coromandel Peninsula, but we had set off far too late and underestimated the difficulty driving on the windy gravel roads through the forest and over the mountain ridge. So, as so often, we came back to our bach (= small holiday house) when night had already fallen.
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