So Very Cold

Winter has finally hit. When I woke up this morning, the wind chill was a toasty -7. I felt so bad that my daughter had to walk to the bus stop. But, I am sure somewhere in time, while I was still in school, I had to walk to the bus stop during the bitter cold of winter. Builds character? Anyway, my mandep (manic depressant) boyfriend comes home tomorrow. I can feel the eggshells being put on the floors already. My three year old will become the wild man because Daddy is home, and there are no rules; my daughter will disappear into her room and into her books for the whole weekend; and I will tiptoe through my days with him, hoping and praying that nothing upsets him. I try to keep things in perspective, and I try to remember that without him, I would be on the street, living in my car that has no heat. What a trade off me and my children have had to make. I can't even imagine what goes through my daughter's mind as she watches me pretend that all is well each weekend. She actually called me a prostitute---OUCH. But, how could I argue with her, when she is right. Out of the mouths of babes, right? Well, off I go, to make sure the house is spic and span, (god forbid he finds dust on anything).