It's been a tough couple of days. Sigh. Oh well, he is gone. He'll come on Sundays to visit the girls. I may see if I can get my work schedule changed to include Sunday's. Depends on how it goes. He didn't take much, so I know he'll be back to "move" all his stuff.
D13 is having a tough time and yet when I ask her she tells me not to worry about her, she's fine. She says she's more worried about me. Sigh. How lucky am I, that I have two angels living in my home to watch over me. The trick is, to not let them do the watching and worrying. That's my job. Still I cannot believe how awesome these girls are. Little wonders.
D15 has a wicked sense of humor. I made a comment yesterday about laundry (yes, I was really joking) and said that Dad's was done and the ashes were in the fireplace. She laughed, really laughed. Then said she knew I was joking (that I wasn't that person), but that it was funny. Perhaps my funny bone has not abandoned me.
I hope you're all having a good day. I'm going for not bad today and better tomorrow.
