D is back, I've settled down. I had a good cry, I watched some Masterpiece Theatre-type stuff on Netflix, I've told myself all the usual things I tell myself every time this happens - it's inconvenient to live up in the canyons, it would work out better when the boys are older... and then I try to ignore the counterarguments that my troublesome brain insists on coming up with.
There are bright sides and sad sides to the whole thing. I just have to dwell on the bright sides. I just have to get through summer.