To end the night the girls all wanted to sleep together on the futon in the basement because their room was too hot. The central air just doesn't do much on the top floor.
So they are everything just so -- it's hard to get comfortable when you have three people and 30 stuffed animals on a futon -- and I was starting to get irritated because I was tired.
Then I thought to myself, in about 18 years, when I'm walking D7 down the aisle I'm going to remember nights like these wistfully. So I didn't say a word and just let them discuss/argue about which stuffed animal should go where.
Life marches on. D7 will be D8 soon. Year seven was when D7 really, really turned a corner with the ADHD. She's going to be fine.
I think I'm going to battle "end of summer" blues much of these three days. I'm already looking forward to next summer when I take all four of my weeks of vacation in the summer with the girls.
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