maybe, just maybe ....

we're doing something right after all. i say this because the kids seem fine. in fact, the middle one decided he was a little happy about how things are going. he loves that dad has a pool at his apartment and is really enjoying the idea of spending solo time with his parents. he knows that it is possible for him to spend time with one of us while his brothers are with the other one and he digs that.

i guess that means that even if we are doing things a bit unconventionally, by talking daily, depending on each other when we need to, etc., it is working for the little men, the man cubs, and i suppose that despite my sadness and anger and confusion, that is what matters.