Yesterday I got up before the dawn and went to bed at midnight. I'm not sure what happened yesterday!
We went up to Dick and Janice's last night, because Duncan wanted to check on Grandpa before he went into surgery. Dick is having a tumor removed from his colon today, it doesn't sound like it's going to be much fun for a while. Janice might be spending a lot of time with us in the next couple of weeks.
Duncan did come down stairs at 9:30 pm frantic and freaking out. All three of the older kids have been scared of their own shadows since before Halloween. I told them they no longer get to participate in Halloween because I can't stand the aftermath.
I had written on the back of one of Samantha's drawings. Duncan found it and no one owned up to writing on it. (I was sitting here at the computer at the time). He thought that a ghost or zombie had broken into the house and written it. He's almost 10 years old and he sat on my lap just trembling, before he got out what was upsetting him. I explained that I was the one that wrote on it, and I was thinking of Sponge Bob Square Pants at the time. Does anyone have any advice? I don't know how to handle the constant fright in my home.
Oh well! One step at a time, right?