There's electricity in the air. A great storm is coming, I can just feel it. I'm boiling inside. All the little(?) things are building up and rising higher and higher. Until I can't breathe when they're in the room. So I leave. I'm an avoider now. Because if I don't I'm sure I'll say or do something I'll regret later. It's all about the browny points. It's sad and pathetic that your family life can be downsized to this: browny points, but there you go. And I'm not about to let those hard earned browny points get lost just because I can't stand this situation anymore.