For the Guy with Kids and a WW4

[hopeful4her]

This morning, I woke up early. Did not sleep well. When WW is in bed with me, it feels like I wake up every hour. How are we positioned. Her arm is on me. Her knee is bumping mine. Her foot is touching mine. Butt to butt. I enjoy it for a while and fall asleep, enjoy it and fall asleep.

That's sad.

I'll at least sleep a hell of a lot better if she leaves. The past three nights before, I have gotten some pretty good sleep with her not being there in bed with me.

I wake up WW with an arm rub. She is up and tells me goodmorning.

Morning routine getting ready. D's wake up and we are setting them up for the day. Breakfast, and I ask them if they want tuna for lunch. I make some. I have not been asking WW, lately. I see her getting a lunch bag together. I ask her if she is taking a lunch today. She says yes. I tell her, "Ok, tell you what, I'll make your sandwich, you go make our coffees" because now we are in a hurry. I add her sandwich to my assembly line. Nothing else. I am getting myself some cookies. She says, "Don't get me any, I already have some from yesterday."

Sorry, I wasn't getting them for you, I tell myself. A chuckle to myself.

She's gonna miss getting that smiley face in her sandwich, eh Tom?