We left for Hubby's step dad's house. He is out of town and said we could crash there.
The kids started to act up.
" This is hard" Daughter said.
" What's hard? Going to a place where we can flush toilets?" I replied.
" It will be fine. Quickly get your stuff and let's go!" I said.
I was tired of looking at the crap in my tub.
I was tired of the smell of poop and Clorox!
I wanted out!
We arrived with 2 very quiet children.
When I went to tuck them in- --they were crying.
" Are you going to sleep in the bed that Grammy died in? " asked Son.
I was stunned!!!
I TOTALLY forgot! Grammy died here.
This loving home had become "The place where Grammy died".
I took a minute and told them how Grammy loved having them sleep over there--how she decorated the room with them in mind.
That seemed to help a little.
Some how them managed to fall asleep.
Someone ought to write a manual for this stuff!
1 comment:
considering what you are facing at home, I could see how that detail wouldn't be at the forefront of your thoughts!
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