So last weekend I discovered the door to the pantry was broken, obviously forced off the rails due go the broken pieces I found.
At the time DH was as usual "so what no biggie" as I was explaining WHY it IS a big deal. SD11 and her friend had been messing around in the kitchen and I had told them to calm down and get out...I had errands to do and did not follow up.

DH, to my knowledge, did nothing with SDs. He paid for a nice curtain is all. I took down door, discarded it, fixed the door frame, painted, etc.

Not too much exiting these days.
I think everyone has the winter doldrums.

Disengagement continues WELL.
It's GREAT. I love it. The more I DON'T do stuff and DON'T react the better I am.

Lord help me. DH just now told me SDs are not returning to BM tomorrow morning but Thursday afternoon. You know how a little bubble of relief is put around you waiting to come home to a quiet and clean house and then it bursts? Sigh. I told DH that if the schedule changes please let me know. Jeez. He did say he's planning on taking SDs somewhere and I suspect it's skiing (they have no clothes for it so have fun shopping for one time use winter athletic wear DH). He's afraid to tell me this I think, as it's a total Disney Dad move to placate SD13s incessant asking to do it.

Phew. Sd13's party is over and out!
Friday she and I made her cake together even though I wasn't feeling great. Then yesterday we made fondant and she decorated it with a little help (and I had her take the rest of the frosting to BMs with her today, get it out of my house!). I stuck to my plan of only helping with cake and cocoa. By the evening I wasn't feeling well at all (so no wine). I made light conversations but avoided most parents at drop offs. DH was good about it all too.