We have been away from home for much too long. It isn't by choice. While we were in the North Carolina mountains, my parents house sold. Bittersweet news. Good that the house sold. Good that it is time to move on. However, time is dragging me along, even though I don't feel ready.
We were suppose to be on our way yesterday. We weren't. The Dad bought MK a plane ticket home. She is afraid of flying. She spent the night telling me how horrible I am. It got old quick. I lost count of the number of times Hope raged. When she wasn't raging she was poking. Chinese water torture. GB did OK- until bedtime. It took her over an hour to cry herself to sleep. Nothing I said or did made a difference.
Today is a new day. We still aren't going home. Maybe the day will be better anyway.