For the guy with kids and WW II

[hopeful4her]

Not a bad day, today. WW called my cell (for some reason, she has only been calling my work phone during the work week and that is hardly at all nowadays) and asked about additional groceries. I told her I was thinking about going myself. She told me she might as well as it is across the street from her work. We discuss a few items we need and talk a tiny bit, then she has to go help a client.

At home, I begin dinner. I call WW and she is at store already (I can hear the commotion) and remind her of a couple more things. We stay on the phone for quite a while as she going down some isles. Longer than I thought she would. We talk about how we never get to eat some of the things we buy because the kids eat it all. She asks if I want a certain flavor frozen fruit popsicle. Later at home, we are putting away groceries and dinner is finished. I did not tell her hello and she did not tell me. I was waiting for her to say it first, but we were not ignoring each other. At dinner, I say grace as we are all holding hands, which is our usual. Family talk and then D11 asks why we never visit Uncle Charles anymore(my brother who's wife cheated on him and left). We say that one of the kids is in college now and the other lives with his mother. She says "They broke up, too. I'm tired of families breaking up." WW says "Just remember we love you very much." D11 walks away from table and says "Yeah, but you make me mad." WW then says, "What, you don't love me anymore. Why, because I am a drama queen like you?" It was all said kind of light hearted and D11 smiled. We continue our dinner and afterwards clean up and I sit down to watch my Spurs. WW brings piles of clothes to sofa and I begin folding. All kids in bed, and WW asks me if I want to finish the movie we started. I say right now, right now? How about later, later(apologies to George Lopez). She says no, after the game. I say if she is up to it, then yeah, sure. At the half, I am putting away the clothes and WW comes into bedroom and tell me that I had better get a frozen pop before they are all gone. She has one. She lays on bed, and I ask how her day went. She talks a bit and starts to close her eyes. I don't think we are going to make it to movie time. At the end of the third quarter, I find WW asleep with her popsicle next to her still in the package. I put it away and cover her with a blanket. I leave her with a rub of her leg. She's out. I should have kissed her on her head. No, I shouldn't have. Games over (maybe we'll win our two at home) and time for bed.