Well, time to throw a brief update on here. It was an eventful last 12 hrs for me. I am feeling kinda sleepy and will be heading off to the 'sandman' here shortly (I have an inverted work schedule).
While the front half of yesterday was kind of like quicksand for me, things took a very unexpected turn last night. My W works until 8:30 each night and that is about the time I get started with my job. So that has never been a catalyst for improving communication or any part of a R for that matter. When your communication is basically relegated to cell phones as the primary means things will deteriorate and they did with us.
Back to the unexpected twist which at least provided some positive motion to my day. Two nights ago I spoke to her to urge if to get moving on contacting Children & youth if she was as definite about D as she has led me to believe. She balked at making the call so I told her I would talk to her again about it in a day. I spoke to her as she was leaving work last night to see if she was agreeable to a further discussion about the foster girl matters at 11:00 last night when I would have a break fm my work. Not only did she agree to this but what came next was quite shocking to me. She suggested that 'why don't you come over my apartment for our talk (@ 11 last night)and then just get your 4 hr nap here to make things easy for you'. Certainly without much hesitation I said fine to that.
Once that brief but upbeat call wrapped up, my heart rate picked up a tad bit (who my kiddin, a lot)and I proceeded to fetch all my personal grooming/ hygiene items for good measure. Then I put a few words on a post it note - as keep your head focused properly items. At the top of my very brief list was 1)Zero Expectations. In the three intervening hours from my appt setting call to W she managed to fall asleep and although aparently not in bed when I showed up she may has well have been. She wasn't feeling well physically, unfortunately poor health is the norm for her.
For me to have spent the night in our marital bed after not having been able to for about the last 45 days is quite the blessing. It would even be a blessing if her intent of having me there last night was to hand me D papers, which although it didn't happen surely did cross my mind for a half second.
It was a moving day for me in the end even though as I said the beginnings of it were rather quicksand-like and had people on here detecting anger fm me. Whether moving towards a cliff or away from way the movement was enjoyable to me. You gotta live life in the moment. The good Lord takes care of the rest.
Speaking of rest, time for my siesta (this one's unpaid . .damn)
