Not This Time

Every time the kids leave, I think to myself long before the moment, maybe this will be the time you do this calmly. Where you don’t cry on the walk back to the car or wail once you get inside. When it doesn’t feel as if you are being turned inside out.

I did not succeed in this again. Better luck next time.

The ChickieNob missed her train due to the snow, but miraculously got on the Wolvog’s train, so we got to have two extra days with her in addition to the longer visit we knew we were getting with him.

At least I’m not the only one who is miserable. Quentin face-planted into his bedding and looked up mournfully at me, as if it had been my choice that he didn’t have his friends. I gave him too many blueberries out of guilt.