The carpet installers arrived Friday.
With only enough carpet for the 3 bedrooms. Leaving the hallway, dining room, and living room still a concrete mess with carpet tacks along the edge.
Needless to say that James has not come home as planned.
We visit him nightly. Either we play there or go to a park or the mall or swimming. Something to get him out and spend time with us.
He has come to call their place home. He gets excited when we pull up to the house.
The first few nights he wasn't completely okay with us leaving.
It's gotten better. Now he kisses us good bye. His great grandma has taught him to give big hugs, and he shares those with us.
We stand at the door and blow kisses as he giggles.
Then he slams the door in our faces because he is done with us.
This has been the worst (almost) 4 weeks ever.
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