Going Home

Yesterday we had been in the sewing room and I said “Gather up your stuff and let’s go home.” I should have said “go back to the house”. She looked at me and said “I’m not ready to go home yet! You said you wouldn’t take me home til at least next week!”

I explained that I meant go back to “my home” – my house!

I talked to Chad yesterday and I was telling him that our COVID cases are going up rapidly so we’re staying home. We haven’t been out since a week ago Monday. He said “That’s boring!” I thought . . just when I’m feeling like I did a good job of raising that boy and he says something like that. I told him that yesterday we sewed doll clothes, she drove the RTV several times, she played with Boots, she opened her grand prize and played with the doll for hours, she played with Legos, she saw her first praying mantis, we looked it up on the internet and learned more about them . . and that’s all I could remember. She never once seemed bored.

She’ll always know she’s welcome here but she’ll also know that we entertain ourselves and we don’t have to be entertained by outside forces!

Sooner or later, she’s going to have to go home and she may not be happy about it. She does miss Chad and Nicole and when she talks to them, I can tell she wants to see them. I know kinda how she feels. I love my place here but I hate being so far from them. I could be closer to them and miss what we have here . . I keep holding out hope that we’ll find the perfect place closer to them and won’t mind leaving here. Like I told the realtor . . . we’re in no hurry but tomorrow would be great! 🙂