I think Betsey is brilliant!! I marvel at her ability to read situations and handle them with such aplomb. GO YOU!!! He's on his way home, even if he doesn't realize it yet.
When you can't make a decision because you are torn between your heart and your head, listen to the half with the brain.
Wow, what a wonderful group of posts waiting for me this morning! Thanks for all your support and good will. I have good PMA anyway, and this only helps.
Mer, I kinda like the seal routine, so thanks for giving it to me. Friday's are really good days to be deranged anyway...
I didn't make it to bed as early as I had hoped--D7 was a little wound up and gave me a few fits about not allowing her to take a bath last night. To anyone who cares, part of her diagnosis is an obsession with water--baths, hot tubs, sinks and pools are the source of endless fascination and fun. She gets pretty messy anyway, so a nightly bath is usually a requirement.
She was clean yesterday and I didn't feel like devoting the time to watch her (she has a penchant for emptying full containers of soap when I leave the room), and she got mad at me. I opted to put Sleeping Beauty in the VCR and hope for distraction. It did work!
While I had her on the potty, the phone rang. It was about 9:30 and it was Mr. Wonderful. He was calling to talk golf tournament, after discussing things with the golf pro. We are changing the date to September 11 (I had a few seconds of reservation, but quickly let it go), and we had a really GOOD convo about our plan of action.
It was very cooperative and organized, and when he was finished, he let me know that his cell battery was dying, so he would hurry so he could say goodbye. I wasn't at all concerned... then he cleared his throat and said in a sort of intimate voice,
"Goodnight, Bets (he usually doesn't use my name in such an intimate address)."
Me: "Goodnight, Mr. Wonderful. Talk to you tomorrow."
MW: "Oh, Bets? Thank you. For everything."
Me: "You're welcome."
I feel pretty good about the road that lies ahead. I'm sure it is going to be rocky and strange, but I promise to share the details so that everyone else can reap the benefit of my mistakes.
Oh, on our way to the restaurant last night, D10 asked me why my eyes were puffy. I ended up telling her about the convo with her dad. She smiled and said, "For the first time, I feel like he's going to come home."
After D7 and I were lying in bed, she came up to sit next to me in the bed to give me hugs and kisses. We were chatting about things for a few minutes when she put her head down on my chest, smiling. She perked it right back up and addressed her sister:
"D7, you better get a grip and start going to bed by yourself, because you're not going to be sleeping in Mom's bed much longer!"
D7 shook her head vehemently, which made both of us laugh. Yes, I'll have to pay for taking the path of least resistance with my child who has a sleeping disorder... but I'm not going to begin that journey until he comes home, because frankly I need the sleep. He can help me undo something that was done to protect my sanity and preserve my rational thinking (if there ever was such a thing).
TGIF!
Betsey
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
Glad so many things are going your way! Seems like you've got such a good handle on things right now. So awesome! I don't even think Bruce is hungry anymore. Just keep swimming, just keep swimming
Bets- I am so glad to hear that even as things were looking their darkest, you pulled through, and now there's hope! You are so strong, and you'll get through this next part with grace and wisdom. Go you!!!!! Hugs, Myrrh
One moment of patience may ward off great disaster. One moment of impatience may ruin a whole life.
Mer--I meant to address your question about this calming my nerves in regards to the increased call activity. YES!
IM is down in Denver now, and no knowledge of when it will be back up. That's why I'm offline--Myrrh and Triple J. As soon as it's back up, I'll be logged back in.
I had a productive golf convo with Mr. Wonderful a short while ago. He was happy and positive that the changes we have made will give us the necessary time to pull people in. I agree! His big idea today was what I had reservations about last night: the fact that it is going to be scheduled on 9/11. He suggested making a dedication on the front page of the flyer, and I affirmed that it was a great idea. We're going to do just that.
Now, it's off to find some eggs for lunch. It's tough to be me...
I'm glad that Step 3 is successfully behind me, and I have a new direction. Just remember, he hasn't committed to the reconciliation process yet. That will begin Phase 2, which I know will be tough.
But at least I won't be working on our M with him underfoot. I am just as unprepared for him to move home as he is. God must know what He is doing!
Fulfilled hope is grossly underrated.
Peace to all!
Betsey
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
Another day has passed and I have little to update.
I'm down nearly 9 lbs since last week, and am encouraged by the progress. So much so that I headed out and bought myself a few new clothing items and a new purse. Woo hoo!
I called Mr. Wonderful from my cell to his (sounds like a new movie title) on my way to my hair appt last night. Per the usual, he was jovial. Oh, and when he heard my voice, he mustered even more enthusiasm! Bob is certainly going to demand compensation when this is all said and done (he will have deserved it too).
Anyway, he was explaining something sort of perplexing to me, when I asked a question. He answered nicely, "I don't know, honey." A term of endearment? I wonder if it slipped out or if it was on purpose, but it made me smile.
This morning, I had to call him before heading out to the gym--to see what their plans for the day were and to make arrangements for the girls' return. He was VERY happy it was me, and proceeded to tell me about their night.
The girls were still sleeping (and it was late), so he felt unhurried to talk to me (though I was more hurried). I asked specifically what his plans were, meaning with the girls, but he offered that he was heading out to dinner with some work friends tonight.
I repeated my question, making sure it included the girls, and he said nothing--they were just going to hang out today. Then he asked me what my plans were tonight?
I said, "Well, since the motor home is parked out front, we're going to have game night in it--because it won't be cold since the weather is so nice."
MW: "Oh? Who's WE?"
Me: "Me and the girls. D10 and I can play Rummikub while D7 plays. You know how much she loves dorking around in the camper. Maybe I'll pull out the little TV and put in a movie so she feels like we're camping."
MW: Did I detect a hint of nostalgia or longing? "That sounds like fun. Good idea, Bets. Might as well have some fun before it goes in for work. Be careful with the broken glass--there are still some small pieces up by the driver's seat." (From our break in last summer)
We didn't talk about anything more that was interesting, so after we set the schedule, I said I had to get moving. He sounded a bit disappointed...
So I guess we'll just wait and see what sort of decision he makes. I'm not on pins and needles, but I sure would like to know... Since I asked for Step 3 and got a decent and workable answer, I will remain AS IF I am patient for his reply.
Have a good weekend and just keep swimming!
Betsey
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
I marvel at her ability to read situations and handle them with such aplomb. 
