So, at dinner MOG says, “I hope you die when I’m a lot older because I’ll be able to deal with it better.”
She scares me a little sometimes with how mature she can be about things. She’s so smart and has been through a lot already at age 8. Heart surgery, parents divorcing, grandparents dying, etc. She just seems to take it all in stride and keeps her head up. She’s amazing.
And, as for her request… that’s the plan, kiddo. That’s the plan.
I’m so glad the wife and baby are back home. In related news, I got almost no sleep last night. If those are my choices, I’ll take the girls over sleep every time.
I’m alone. It’s really, really odd.
I got 12 hours of sleep last night and am at work early today.
The WW (Wonderful Wife) & LMT (Little Miss Thing) are in MN visiting friends. MOG (My Oldest Girl) is with her mom, and the boy (Danger Monkey) is with the Grandparents.
It’s like I’m living someone else’s life for a day. Kinda lonely, but the sleep was nice. I’ll take it.
