Packing Anger/Frustration

Admittedly, I want to go to Bern despite the miserable weather conditions. Dad wouldn’t go. So all the packing-thought-organizational management falls on me. This time, I’ll take the blame. But inside, it’s still simmering, and the mental load, alongside the usual daily madness, is quite significant. Dad has set up the beds in the camper, connected the water, and did the check there. However, in the evening, he was absent due to the parents' meeting for football and then tennis. The kids were a bit crazy, sensing Mom’s slight inner tension (see reference image of the partner-look ladies). Of course, no one falls asleep on their own tonight and Mom throws down the remaining packing list around half past eleven. Tomorrow is still a tomorrow.