Amy, I do believe we made some progress at least this week anyway. I think we needed to make a baby step for it. Today I think it was rough because we agreed on the phone that since she started at four that we would play it by ear.
So I know I have them every time she works. I also agreed to pick them up after Friday at work, and I left it up in the air as to what she was going to do. I don't think she has any plans. I think she also lives her day, day by day. Maybe even hour by hour, which explains the pop in unannounced visits.
I guess my anxiety level just kicks in. Today was she going to get all frazzled at me because I said I would be there before six. When she did that last week. She said it wasn't early enough. Then that hour came for her to drop them off. She called me and said, oh you can go later they want to play. Making the entire conversation worthless the day before.
At least we got through the whole week with something basic. Some of it is assumed, or it least she thought it was assummed.
I also told her that she needs more of a steady schedule at work.
She did text me after lunch and said can I pick up the kids at moms. If I can what time. I replied. yes... Before six. She text. Thanks. I text. Tell the kids I love them. She text: Ok.
End of conversation. I really can't believe how much this non technical woman has embraced texting. I absolutely hate it. Has she embraced it because all her little teeny bobber ice cream co-workers do it?
Now tonight is she going to pull any skullduggery. Most likely not because she works early enough tomorrow.
It's eating me up about the other night. She didn't pick up those kids until 20 till 1. "They know I'm coming to get them." "Shut up, I'll do what I want." "I will be there soon, I'm talking to someone."
Thinking: Someone more important then your kids after midnight?
Someone more imporatant then a husband that loves, adores, and cherishes you willing to walk through hell for you. A husband that is walking through hell.
She was talking to someone? Hmmmm, that is the part that really bothers me. Must had been another man. But I can't pry. I can't ask? I don't bother to know her business. My imagination just goes crazy. Talking to someone. Who.... who... who... hooo. hooo.
