A Martyr No More

We are in Louisiana for a family reunion. We’ve been up since 5:30 a.m. We drove from Dallas, 8 hours away, and then walked all over New Orleans. It’s now 11:00 p.m. I’m lying down in bed. Everyone is in bed. But their dad is pacing the house, fuming. He said everyone is just sitting around like it’s a character flaw to be tired.