Last night was tough, but today is a bit better. We have plowed through, keeping our schedules, stopping to talk about Ivy if we need to. Thanks everyone for the well-wishes. My kids haven't had to deal with a pet "death" until now and that was tough. I think we are in good shape, but I couldn't help but look for her when we got home today.
As life goes on....the boys are camping this weekend. My plan is to pull weeds all weekend! Nothing beats grief than good ole' yard work. Marisa is already texting 'round the clock to make plans with her friends for this weekend. She has one week of 8th grade left and the class is polarized between "kum-ba-ya" and "not speaking". Jee-whiz....the drama!