Joy gave way to Anger Anger mingled with Sadness Sadness took off on her own & Tears fell.
(last nice thing we owned. May seem petty to some, but when you've lost everything including the home your son got his first big-boy bed in and where your daughter spent her first couple years of life - it is a big deal.)
As it turns out - couches are no match for a lonely pit-bull mix locked in a garage.
*chants It's only 'stuff' - not a child. It's only 'stuff' - not a child.* and goes on with her day, waiting for Joy to take back control.