I've survived day #4. But I wasn't sure I would. It's been a long four days.
The boys aren't sleeping well. Lots of nightmares and waking up crying. I know my body doesn't react well to stress, so I can only what their little immature minds are going through at this time. Not having the words or understanding to explain what you're really feeling, even with Payton at 8 yrs old, has to be difficult. There have been a lot of tears and fits that last few days. Often, we deal with the issue at hand, and then when I say "What's going on with you today?" I get, "I really miss Daddy!" as the reply.
I know it's hard for them, and having this week be so busy and be our first week without Matt hasn't helped. I hope tomorrow night can be a movie and cuddle night on the couch. Saturday, we'll have a nice brunch and then head to the hamster derby at the local pet store. I hope to keep them busy most of the day Saturday and then Sunday have another "chill at home" day.
We're doing ok, really. It's hard, but we'll be ok. We have a lot of amazing support and have been blessed with friends who care and love us in so many ways. Only 90ish days until we get to see him in DC!