The boxes.... A long time ago, in a state far, far, away.... Just after we were married, (Feb, 1985) we moved into our first apartment. With the various stuff we had, we brought in a nice pile of boxes, which were quite neatly stacked in the dining room, and some in th eliving room. As there was very little other furniture, they were it. Anyway, one evening W came home from work to find her H surrounded (well, not quite literally) by boxes, quite calmly, and contentedly watching the TV. She blew a fuse, as the boxes were clearly bothering her more than they were bothering him. I don't think this fuse has ever been replaced. This event still appears now and then in the litany of horrid things this H has done to his W. (OK, that was a bit dramatic, but I'm feeling dramatic!)
Wow, actually do some work and see what you miss. This is where the action is.
M:39 H:39 K:S14;D8 T:22yr M:15yrs S:12/28/07 EA/PA 3/14/08 OW preg 11/17/08 born 12/12/08 his ~~~~~~~ Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option
(((((Lisa))))) I've got to say, London sounds pretty good to me!
I did a little differently today. I got home in time to eat with W and the younger two (S18 got a job!). They made a nice salad, with salmon and no fat feta. And peppers, and lettuce. It was good (and led to a barely acceptable blood sugar level two hours after, for the first time in two weeks). I watched the last half of Ugly Betty (I can't follow it, everyone is insane), and then Grey's Anatomy (turning into a bit much of a soap opera?) with them. I even sat on the same sofa as W for a while, though I think she subtly moved away (and I wasn't sitting close to start with). And I rubbed her shoulder a little as I sat down. No reaction to that, positive of negative. I asked how she was doing and she growled something like, "not well, but surviving". She was studying, a bit later I asked if she had a test tomorrow, and if it was the make-up for what she didn't take last week during the appendectomy excitement. She said, "Yes, but that's not all of it." I waited, she didn't say anything else. And I wasn't going to prompt her. The kids were there, and there is really very little question where that would have gone.
Anyway, then I did the first 40 minutes of the yoga again, I was tempted to do the last bit, but I think I made the wiser decision not to, just yet. I think I did a bit better tonight, at least it felt like it.
C appointment tomorrow at 9. I am not sure where that will go at all. I think I may feel a little better. Might be because work actually went well this week, but was that cause or effect? Guess in a way it doesn't matter, does it?
