This was supposed to be an easy-going summer for us;
our finances have improved and we were even planning on going on holiday.
We had a long stressful winter - in so many ways that I wouldn't want to get into right now but I will at some point - and the summer would be our chance for a long, deep breath.
It would be... my father-in-law passed away a month ago, after being sick for a couple of months. We tell ourselves that he was lucky to go away so soon. There was no chance of him fighting it and things would only get much worse.
I started this sentence three times, wanting to describe how I feel and why I feel like this, but... some other time maybe.
He was a good man.
We spend our days at our villages, taking care of things. I'm at home now for a few days. Looking after myself mostly. I've been ill, too. Nothing serious but there's no time for me when I'm away so I came here with my husband and son. Hubby just left again. I'm planning on resting a lot and playing with my boy, too. We're leaving again tomorrow evening.
I'll be back here on the blog when I'm back here at home.