So, we're there.
Two separate households.
Two separate vehicles.
The kids have a bedroom here. And now they have a bedroom there.
Beds and blankets and pillows and books and toys and movies here.
And this morning, as Mommy was buckling him into his booster in her truck to take them to school and was reminding him that he'd left something at home, he actually said it...
And I just died.
And I know it's not the end of the world. And I know how lucky we are, how lucky they are, that we're working so hard to make this okay for all of us. That some children don't even have one place to call home, and here our kids are blessed with two. And they feel comfortable at both, and loved all the time, and never ever lacking. For anything.
But it doesn't make it sting any less.
They've started decorating Mommy's place for Halloween. And this week, we'll start decorating here.
I don't suppose this is going to ever really feel right. But it's always going to feel wrong over the holidays. And that's just the way it is.