Yesterdays gone, yesterdays gone.

The Dad left before 5 am this morning. He and his (older) brother are on a road trip to see their cousin and their terminally ill aunt. I don’t begrudge The Dad that time. I am counting the seconds until  I am not the only line tethering my family to this world.  Not that they are well grounded when the Dad his here- But at least, in the back of my mind, relief is minutes, hours, a day away. He won’t be back until Thursday. More than a day, is more I can put my mind around.

Hope went out with us to three different public places yesterday. Each time The Dad wasn’t with us, gabbing with a friend or what ever, Hope threw a tantrum. Not a rage, not a meltdown. A tantrum. No adrenaline, no cortisone. A totally for show tantrum, for the sole purpose of  embarrassing  me. I didn’t let her embarrass me, but by the time we got home, I was bone weary.

We stayed home all day today. They are off tomorrow. I think we will stay home tomorrow, too. I told Hope that I can not stop her from doing her wango tango. What I can do is remove the temptation of having an audience to play for. She will not go out in public with me until I am convinced she will chose to behave.

GB has a cold, I have bronchitis. A couple of days in my warm house with my fireplace  is just what I need. The girls are asleep and in five minutes or so, I will join them. One day at a time.

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