I’d be asleep right now if a loud clap of thunder hadn’t sent me bolt upright. Fortunately, my daughter’s only reaction was to mutter senselessly, turn over, and snore peacefully. She’s slept with me nearly every night since her mother has been in the hospital. She’s done remarkably well with unexpected changes, even sleeping at a friend’s house. At night she mentions missing mommy, but generally she’s her usual charming self. Last night she realized she’d left her favorite pillow at her friend’s house, and that broke her. She sobbed uncontrollably for her pillow until finally, at nearly midnight, my friend came by in her PJs and dropped it off.
We stopped by another friend’s house last night. It turns out that when there’s a crisis, friends are a good thing to have. She played with the other kids and I ate sushi with the adults, two of whom she refused to believe were married because “girls don’t marry girls”—except of course when they do. She’ll figure that one out eventually.
Despite her sticking to me like glue, she’s getting pretty tired of a boring old adult, so I just dropped her at another friend’s house to play and paint Easter eggs, so for a while at least I get a break from single parenthood. At least it’s a temporary single parenthood. I was chatting with a colleague yesterday who recently lost his wife. I am also even more amazed that MrsPal gets done everything she needs to in a day. I’ve bent my work schedule nearly to the breaking point and it still takes all the help I can get just to get PalKid where she needs to be from moment to moment.
I don’t really know yet how PalKid is processing this whole thing, except that I have a little bedfellow every night, one that despite her diminutive stature can turn a king sized bed into a small palate.
Hopefully she’ll enjoy the whole Easter egg thing and come home nice and tired. Daddy needs some sack time.