I walked down the stairs this evening to the tune of all three of my children in tears. No kidding. All three.
Madie is upset with me because, “I just wish that you would just let me do what ever I want to do. Why can’t I make all of the decisions? ”
Ben is upset because, “Every thing is changing. We are taking down the posters in my classroom. I’m not going to see my friends any more. I’m not going to get to read with Mrs. Horton anymore. There is a countdown calendar. Today we are at 8 days. Tomorrow . . . 7. I don’t want to count down the days. It just makes me sad.”
Ainsley is upset because, “I gave Daddy my cheetah to take with him, so he wouldn’t be lonely, but now I’m lonely. I wish I didn’t do that. I miss my CHEEEETAH! ”
These tears went on for about 20 minutes, until they all eventually cried themselves to sleep. Now I’m so tired that I think I’ll go cry myself to sleep next.
The Puddles 
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