She can barely stand it some days: The yelling, the squealing, the running, the bumping, the clattering…
It’s bad enough at home, in the house, but in the car it becomes unbearable, at times. Relentless. Endless energy. Noise. Conflict. Questions leading to other questions leading to other questions…
Don’t think she hasn’t thought about it, and hard.
Every night when she lays her head on her pillow and closes her eyes to savor the silence before drifting off, she knows she’s made it. Another day of successfully restraining herself from drowning them all. Five hours to go.
Patrick Walts 