The guilt trip was big and it was laid on thick.

The boys couldn't help me get their stuff together to go to respite, because respite is stressful. It isn't fun and I obviously just want them to go away.

Allegedly I don't care about their feelings about "losing their weekend". I also allegedly don't care if they don't want to stay there and the people are going to suck and I don't even know them.

Honestly by the time they were done with the guilt trip I felt like cancelling respite.

On the way out the door Younger Boy said "It feels like we are moving out" and Middle Boy said "We are".

Prayers I can get over feeling guilty about them being gone and get some much needed rest.