Amazing how spiritual you can feel after a decent night’s sleep… It wasn’t great, but it was better than previous days this week, plus Lee didn’t go to PT (physical training) at 6:30 so I got an extra hour of sleep.
Bedtime went better for the older two last night. Lee parked himself outside the door and stopped excessive talking or getting out of bed. It struck me that this is one way to ensure 100% consistency for awhile until the bad behavior stops. That’s a happy thought.
Music class went well today. I had to humble myself and call a friend for help getting things ready (i.e., house cleaned), and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do it because I’ve been sick (did a throat culture today), but all went well. I’m on my way to bed now.
Almost back to normal. Bethel is still crying “I want my daddy” when she’s unhappy for some reason. We’re still adjusting to Dad in charge instead of Mom. (I’ve said more times than I can count “That’s your daddy’s decision” or “Ask your daddy.” Just imagine the adjusting when dads are gone for several months or a year.)