For four days!!
We’ve been holding it together, all thanks to Elsabe:
Though tonight, there was a deep sigh from Harper when things started coming off the rails in roycie’s room at bedtime:
“Well, now we’re feeling the trouble with dada away.”
Followed by, in her room,
“How many years is it going to be before dada is home?! Why do I always have to be a helper when dada is away and I don’t have to do that when you are away? I want to be comfy and I don’t want to pick up all of the things!”
One more day. And she’s right: it’s dog years.
Wish us luck!