Thank you all for you kind thoughts and prayers and symbols. Yesterday I walked into church and there was the husband and youngest daughter (The Boy's age) of TOW1. Thankfully I had come in early to greet folks and so I had time to leave, gather myself (read: attempt not to throw up or pass out) and then go back in.
Later in the day while thinking that I had handled that latest hurdle reasonably well, the back of my front tooth chipped off. Seriously.... "thank you sir, can I have another."
Enough on that.
Today The Boy and I had a good morning as we hung out upstairs so I could get some things done. He was more than willing to do so because this meant eating cereal and juice while watching tv on Mommy's bed. I just don't know what other way to do it since by the time he goes to bed and is sleeping enough for me to rattle around up there, I am too tired to think let alone pick up clutter - blech.
Then we came downstairs and pulled out some Christmas decorations. He helped by hanging up a few and in one moment of designing genius placed a small stuffed Christmas bear on the branches. It sits there nicely and looks pretty darn cute! I never would have thought of that.
TDH then came to pick him up for awhile so I could get some other things done and he could spend some time with his son since he doesn't see him again until Wednesday. That seems to work out well because that way when I am with The Boy on my day off I am really 'with' him and not worried about all of the other things I need to do.
When TDH arrived he was shown The Boy's new trick of being able to open the fridge and use the water dispenser (heaven help us all) and then The Boy grabbed his backpack and his hat and said, "Let's go Daddy." With coat and hat and backpack he could have been going to Daddy's to play or heading back to college.
I know it speaks well of our parenting and the way we are handling this transition - not to mention The Boy's natural disposition - that he is able to make these adjustments from one parent to the other so smoothly. But I just hate that he has had to learn that life skill before even the tender age of 3.
Time to make dinner.