Out of nowhere, D3 started chirping "Where's Daddy? I want Daddy!" over and over again. She's on the young side of 3, still a toddler really, so when I explain she'll see him tomorrow, she doesn't completely get it.
I should say that this kind of stuff pre-dates the BD. H's work schedule was always unconventional and changed all the time - so I have lots of experience of answering "Where's Daddy?" and "When are we going to see Daddy?" - but now of course, with the separation, these comments are a lot more poignant and heart wrenching.
He comes to get them ready one day a week, and when D3 wakes up and sees him - she is so overjoyed (Daddy, Daddy, you're here!). About a month ago, I was thinking, "He would have to be made of stone not to be affected by that" and then I realized that is just a version of mind reading. Who knows, maybe his ego is stroked by their excitement, and being Fun Dad one or two days a week is really all he wants. I decided it would drive me crazy to think about, so I stopped doing it. That made things easier - but when I have a morning like this, those thoughts start to creep in a bit, and I have to firmly tell them to stop.
In GAL news, I inherited a large greenhouse from the previous owners of our house, and I've never really done anything with it. Going to look for some extension gardening courses and try to get some ideas for things to do with it in the winter. I would love some projects that the girls can do with me as well.
