Yesterday was moving day, 1 floor up, 1 bedroom full of stuff, a piece of cake. Helping out was my army, TC and my two sons showed up to lend a hand.
My boys hadn’t seen TC since London and frankly don’t ask a whole lot about him. They know he’s there though. So up into the apartment they lumbered and together we made the move. Everyone was civil, TC bantered with them, they bantered with him. There were no awkward moments. Midway we stopped for a lunch break. Life as normal.
The day done, move complete, a quick shower and off to dinner with all went together. I tried to keep quiet, let TC and the boys hold the conversation. A great evening, we stopped to wander about the DC Mall, it’s cherry blossom season and a warm spring night, me and 8 million other people out wandering around. I hung back, TC and the boys walking ahead. The day and now evening over. Good for all.
Kids are pretty smart, they see everything, but they also want the adults to be consistent. I’m glad TC is still here, it says I’m trying to be consistent. I’m trying.