"It's the end of the summer, when we send our children to the moon."

There's a new chart on Sweetie's door now. Usually it's her sticker chart for good listening and using a big girl voice. Now it's a calendar. I sat down with her and marked out the next few weeks, put smiley faces on her visit days and little beds for her overnight visits coming up, and circled the last day in big purple marker. And now we're crossing off the days as we go along. Sweets is acting out like crazy. I'm only sane because I am religiously rereading my favorite parenting book. We're all starting to feel sad, I think. Hmm.