74 years ago today Japan bombed Pearl Harbor, and my grandpa was part of that war.
fast forward 74 years and I feel like a soldier fighting a battle of a completely different nature, but a battle no less.
This week's up's and downs were less severe with Tink. She was more stable than I've seen her in a long time. However, I don't think much attachment happened between her and I this week because it was a crazy week for me at work, and then also at home. Major things I learned this week are that I need to be grateful for the small blessings of healing glimpses. Also somehow before she returns to school in January I have got to get Think to turn in homework, she refuses. It's in her backpack but she won't turn it in.
I also learned that my oldest daughter has a very compassionate heart, she tries so hard 80% of the time with this whole situation, and I am so glad I am her mom.
My youngest Moo has been sick this week and missed most of her last week of school. I am so blessed to have my mom living under the same roof so that I can go to work and leave my sick girl at home, with full knowledge that she will be loved and taken care of.
We painted Luke's room finally, I'll be adding some hand painted Mario-themed murals soon, but that will come another day.
