It's been almost two weeks since Dexy's daddy moved up to Seattle from Las Vegas. We're settling in nicely. At least I think we are. Mostly, I feel like Dexy and I have exhaled for the first time in months, if not years. And I'm definitely noticing a change in her with regard to having Daddy/Man Energy in the house, which IMO, is excellent. She needed this. And so did I.
Also cool... for the first time in over a year, Dexy is back in her own bed, in her own room, all night long, without anymore of the crying/screaming/hysteria. It took about a week of sleepless nights & sheer misery for ALL of us to get to this place, but her dad and I are committed and we're sticking to our guns, and we ain't giving in, no matter what.
We eat our meals together as a family, usually at the dinner table (whoa!). We take walks, attend kid birthday parties, shop, share preschool pick ups and drop offs, take turns reading the bedtime stories & getting her dressed/undressed/bathed. Stuff I've been doing solo for four + years (except when her dad was here for his monthly visit), and I'm just so stinkin' glad I don't have to do it alone anymore.
To have someone to share this stuff with, not to mention watch and experience all the milestones, growth, and the language/writing/thinking development, etc. that marks Dexy's latest journey from preschooler to Kindergartner (which will be next fall - GASP!), just rocks.
Added bonus? If I need to run out the door to grab eggs at the Farmer's Market, or want to chit-chat with a neighbor, or go out for dinner/drinks with my gal pals, or take a walk, etc. I can! The freedom in that, in ALL of it, is tremendous.
I'm grateful. I'm blessed. And for the first time, in a long time, I'm happy.