Even with the entire last post where I talk about my two youngest children being freaked right out about my going away for a weekend in late September, even with that apparent understanding of how they felt...
I didn't clue in how bad it was until it was time to tuck Monkey into bed and I saw that she had licked all the skin around her mouth into an angry looking red, raw, chapped state.
It had been fine this morning.
See, I went away last year at this time, for the same reason, with my running buddies to another town to run in an event, and this year I thought, I assumed (ass out of u and me) that this time it would be no big deal.
They can't control their raging fear and they hide it as best as they can but it comes out because it is overwhelming.
I promised that we would talk more about it all tomorrow and I reminded them that I would bring them back the same kinds of souvenirs as I did last year (tshirts with cows on them) and now I am in the process of negotiating with my older children to allow the younger ones to sleep in the same rooms while I am gone.
Bunny, 13, automatically said: how much and you don't mean in the same bed right?
and
Sunny, 16, scoffed at the idea of taking money for it but then began to worry away at how it would work out and what if Buddy was all bouncy and annoying?
There are other things going on and lots to do but right now I am just rocked to my core, again, by how tough my little ones have it and how we will get through it because that is what we do.
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2 comments:
little things that in most situations can be taken from granted...
then suddenly you can't. it's hard, darned hard....
but yeah, you will move past this....
and remember, you need space too....
take heart in that you figured it out before you left.
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