Back to normal, whatever that means.

Buttercup's mom has been down on the Eastern Shore on a research gig since early September. She came back this week, and it's been interesting to see how the dynamic will play. Buttercup has missed her, no question, and it will be nice to reclaim some weekend time without having to beg favors or figure out how to pay a sitter.

There's probably more to say about what it's like to have to balance it all again. There's more to say about Buttercup and her dynamic in all of it. But I have to confess that I've hit one of those moments when the thoughts and words just aren't meshing very well. It seems like there should be something profound to say about it — something that relates to parenting and children and divorce and balance — and yet there isn't a clear thread of thought.


It's a rare muddle. Perhaps we should call this an aborted post? Maybe I should ask this guy...