It does get easier each time

As sucky as that sounds, it is the truth.

Wait, sorry had to move a shit head DOG from in front of my monitor. Yes, I'm on the desktop and he climbed up on the couch, onto the desk, and stood in front of the monitor.

Anyway, like I was saying, it does get easier, but what doesn't get easier is the time before he leaves. Today was like being stuck in limbo. On one hand, you feel the need to be aware of the situation, but on the other hand, what are you supposed to do? Cry at his feet while he packs his bag? Plus, knowing Tony, it really is just better if you act normal. It hurts him to see us upset, so he'd rather us just play Wii if it makes us feel better, and he'll play PSP and we'll all drive to the airport and weep there.

Moving dog AGAIN. I swear he thinks he's a cat. As you can see, I won't be BORED while he's gone.

Then again, crying and whining and stomping around huffing "IS IT TIME TO GO YET?!?" will hurt Tony's feelings. I made the mistake of the telling the kids we'd get McDonalds for dinner on the way home. So for about four hours, Jonny stomped around pissy because we weren't LEAVING already. At first Tony thought it was cute, but the time we left, I think his feelings were hurt.

We all held it goether until we dropped him off and yes I wept like a baby. I even tried to jokingly say I hated him for leaving, then sobbed "No! No I don't! I'm sorry!!" It was quite pathetic. It makes it hard for Tony to leave when I'm distraught.

So, onward we go.