I hate when we sleep in later than I had wanted to, but when I woke up initially at 6 AM, I took a bleary look around the dim room and decided I was comfy right where I was, cuddled up under the covers with Gary, and Tweetie snoring at my side. (Yes, my cat snores. Loudly.) Back to sleep…until almost 11! Ack. I never sleep that late. Still, we managed to get a lot done today: grocery shopping, I washed and detailed my car, Gary cleaned out the storage shed, and we still managed to catch some of the Lightning game against the Columbus Blue Jackets this afternoon.
If you’re wondering who won, you haven’t been paying much attention to my past entries about the Lightning. They naturally lost, 5-3, but Marty St. Louis finally got a goal, as did Vinny Lecavalier. Hey, trying to find bright spots here! Hmmm, let’s see, well, Tortorella’s spiffy suit looked dapper…that’s it, sorry, I ran out of good things to say about the Lightning.
Gary’s day with Dove yesterday was great, as I thought it would be. Considering how long they were kept apart (she is over a year and a half old), it’s amazing how quickly and how deeply they have bonded. She calls him “Da-da” and reaches for him easily, like she’s always known him. Her face lights up when she sees him, and she can’t stop laughing when they are dancing to the radio, or playing on the floor, or sharing Daddy-baby conversation. I never doubted their ability or willingness to bond, and it seems more than a little sexist to automatically assume a father would struggle with bonding, yet a mother would not, despite evidence that many mothers do
. Family court has never struck me as a rational place, though, and I doubt it will pleasantly surprise me anytime soon. Anyone who has ever seen Gary with the other 3 kids (and who is honest, and who has no ulterior motives, and has a shred of common sense, which eliminates a lot
of people) would never have doubted that Dove would bond to him like glue.
The only dark part of the day, as usual, was taking Dove back and then having to leave. Dove reached insistently for her father and of course cannot understand the separation. And again, I am left with the persistent thought that there is a better way to do this.