Today was an extremely frustrating day as a single parent, but I'm trying to keep from snapping at her. Deep down in the part of me that's so tired of being a grownup, I feel as whiny and stubborn as she does.
What I really want to do is ignore the housework, pack us both up, and go dabble my feet in the ocean. Write our names in the sand. Look for shells. Feel the weight of the sun on my (well-sunscreened) back as I listen to the waves and doze on my towel.