Hey, and I think the boundary was not a terrible idea, after all. I am not a crying basket case right now; a huge improvement over the beginning of the week.
We were all out when H got home today. When we got in, I was a whirlwind of action, putting food away from shopping, getting my stuff together. H sat in the dining room, like he was ready to talk. I told him a few choices he could make for dinner (I said that I would keep up the house for the summer and he could write up a shopping list of things he would need to make dinners with for my weekly shopping trip, but this was too last minute). I tried to not come off as angry, snotty, sad, happy, anything--just kept things matter-of-fact. Said a quick bye to the kids and was gone without a backwards glance.
Oops, he just called. Where is S's helmet for BMX? On the front seat of your truck... Then he says, you didn't tell the kids about this? Yeah, I did. S had told me (when he was trying to fix everything) that we all just neeed a vacation from each other for a while, go to our own corners and work it out in our heads (smart kid). So, I told him today that we thought it was a great idea and are trying it for a few days.
H says that D is asking him if I am upset, why didn't I go with them, etc. She is younger...forgets things she doesn't want to know about, hears what she wants to hear...H said that he just wanted to know what "we" were telling them.
This is his mess, and I have to handle it, even when I'm not there...my poor babies.
I liked her version of what was happening. After she talked with H, she told me that he said we were not getting along but were working really hard on fixing it and it would all be better in a few weeks.
