This weekend went ok. W was somewhat grumpy during the whole weekend. Our son had his tonsils taken out last week. He is three years old. He, of course, has been in a lot of pain. He wakes up crying what seems like every hour on the hour. W can't deal with it very well. She seems to get very frustrated that he does get up so often during the night. I admit, I have felt some frustration too at times. But I do know that I don't completely understand how much pain he is going through. Only he knows that. Anyways, W was disappointed that none of her friends were home over the weekend for her to go out with. I offered that she and I go out. She didn't care for that idea. It is weird at times that we talk about everything but R issues. We are both training for a marathon. I thought this was a good idea. It was something that we could do together and have something in common. We usually challenge each other as to how far and how fast we can run 5 miles or so. I tell people that I am really running and training just to amuse her. She is definitely a better runner than I am.
All this sounds like, ILYBNILWY type thing. What do you all think?
