yesterday was crazy busy. gym in the morning, then frantic cleaning and cookie baking to get ready for the playdate. we had sooooo much fun yesterday afternoon! it was awesome. usually there are some meltdowns/arguments among the kids at least on occasion, but none yesterday. my friend's older son came, too (he's 7) so think that might have helped some. who knows. all I know is I had a wonderful time chatting with my friends, and the kids had a great day, too. so much so that our company didn't leave until past our normal dinner time. then we had to scrambled a bit, and h walked in about 15 minutes later.
I took myself off to target in search of a whistle. that's the other big news...S5 lost his first tooth yesterday. the tooth fairy left a golden dollar and a whistle (for some reason s5 was sure she was leaving a whistle, so the tooth fairy had some last minute shopping).
I got home after the kids were in bed and was busy, didn't stop to chat with h, just moved around the house putting this away and that. we did chat kid stuff a bit, but really, I didn't have anything much to say even on that front...I mean, we talk daily. H asked if there was something I wanted to talk to him about, I said no. and I did NOT get into anything with him, I was glowing about a good day and did not want it ruined.
the only really weird moment was when he asked about his mail. there hasn't been any for him, just one piece. he sounded suspicious, like I've been doing something with it (he hasn't been here since wedn). I didn't rise to the bait, just gave one off-handed (not snarky, not mean, just matter of fact) comment that its been so light I thought he might have started having it forwarded. no idea what his thought was about that since my d3 started calling for me so I went to check on her.
anyway, that's that. have therapy today, and hopping to get the kids haircuts later. not sure when h is coming this week, don't think tonight is one of those nights, but will know in a bit when he calls.
ya know, I like my life. I miss my h, I miss him so much, I hate that part, but I love being a mom and love spending time with my kids and love my home and my friends, and well, if he doesn't want this life any more, its his loss.
M-41 H-38 M-10 years, T-14 years Bomb-PA 3/19/07 Separated-6/7/07 Piecing/h back home 5/08 S-6 S-4 D-4
"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is that little voice at the end of the day that says, 'I'll try again tomorrow.'"
