I am GALing by running even in the coooold weather of Montana evenings. I was still sweaty from my run when WAW dropped off our boys at home after dinner at her apartment last night.
She would hardly look at my eyes, historically a bad sign. I was very friendly and kind back to her, while dying inside.
She was distant with me then and has been with our daycare provider for the past week or so. She had confided in our daycare provider starting last summer about D. Once our daycare provider let slip her own feelings about the devastation D brings to children, no more talk from WAW about how she must D.
She told me at drop off that our B7 was very tired. Sent her a text after bedtime thanking her for the heads up and actually got a "You are welcome" text response.
