Poor dad is losing his eye sight. He can no longer discern which girl is coming in the door.
The other dad has had a fairly good day although at the moment he is a bit aggravated because he wants to go to bed. I told him when I was done doing what I am doing I’d put him bed. (Hubby is off to a Legion meeting—I am encouraging him to attend these faithfully because he needs the outlet.) So for now, he is forced to sit and watch the dinner dishes being washed. I imagine he will sleep well tonight (or at least I hope so) because he did not nap well this afternoon. Something in his mind had him worried all afternoon about the ceiling fan. It was not turned on but it was “moving just a little bit” or at least in his mind. Little perceived things like this can create a fixated anxiety in his mind and there seems to be little to do to calm him other than just reassure him that everything is okay and that we are there.
With that, I need to go. I hear him asking the dishwasher if he can go to bed...so for now, I am done doing what I was doing.