Why I must move...

It was easy to choose to live here! Two amazing kids, two mostly-absent parents, one gargantuan house filled with toys -- what's not to love? We (the four of us, counting Patches) jumped at the chance to move in and bring some of our majik into their lives. I was the joyful playmate and the Team Coach for a couple of extra human beings. They gave me loads of inspiration and were happy cat-sitters during our frequent road trips. Scotty loves them like my own. They have become his practice kids, as well. My space has enveloped them and welcomes them into a place of True Unconditional Love.

I have found myself of late, buffering just too many uglies doled out by their father. I get chronic pain, I get narcotic dependence, I get living without a light at the end of a very long and dark tunnel... I refuse to get how that justifies being a jerk at every opportunity to the smallest and most fragile of our citizens!

I had just comforted Hayden after he was unceremoniously ordered "home" (possibly for making too much joyful noise at the children's return from school) when I found a very sad and worried Elizabeth needing comfort... I can already see the day when Alex flees the ickiness only to be laughed at in my absence, no longer having a Safe Haven in his own home.
I look forward to killing my own whipped cream (no longer suspicious that someone sucked all the propellant out of it and buried it in the trash!) and having my own raw sugar and my own last coca-cola. The thought of 9 days makes things really easy for me and The Boy... makes things really tough for another set of kids.