Just journaling: Well D16 came home for a visit. H didn't take as much time for one on one as I would've liked, but I can't fix them. I have to just do what I can for us as a family they have to work out their mess together with out me. We didn't get a lot of family time in either because D17 was helping her bf move into his big boy apartment with graduation looming, and H was busy at work as he's essential. She ended up being here 2 nights instead of the 1 she initially said she was going to. I was happy for that. And H was very clearly happy to have her here. She's being friendly and sweet, more like her old self. I think she needed a reset. Usually a reset with her mom is never a good thing, but she's older and wiser now I suppose.
D17 is on the edge of 18 and her senior year, and it makes me so sad. I have no idea how these kids grew up so quickly. Watching her help her bf settle into his grown up life is just so surreal. I was only 18 when I got pregnant with her. I can't believe I have a whole almost adult.
H still not sleeping in the bed. Still no real romance I guess. Stolen kisses here and there when there are no kids around. He calls to check in. Tells me where he's going and what he's doing and when he'll be back. Calls to see if I need anything on the way home every single day. Jokes, teasing, flirting. Lots of quarantine "adult time" still.Started making dinner on Wednesdays so I can do home work. But still can't tell me what is going through his head. Patience is the name of the game I suppose. It's a marathon not a sprint.
