The girls are at SibShop and the other children are at my parents. Doug is sitting working a puzzle and talking about the things he used to do while I clean the upstairs. Doug spends a lot of time on shoulda and coulda. I spent a lot of time on what if and obsessing about aging. We do great when only one of us is dysfunctionally distraught at a time. When we both melt like the wicked witch from Oz, there’s not much to hold onto.