The first couple days of the week without Daddy usually go smoothly in our home. C proudly announces to everyone he sees that "Daddy's on the road!". Half-way through the week though, he starts talking about him more. He never cries or gets sad, just talks about him more than usual. Like last night, he wanted me to take him to the fire-station. He said to see his Dad and his truck. He does not quite get that his Daddy is not at the fire-station, that he takes his truck and drives a thousand miles each week away from home.
I hope to take him down to the fire-station to watch A pull-in and pull-out this weekend, maybe then he will understand better. I think we are both counting down the days and hours until our trucker comes home.