For the Guy with Kids and a WW Vinte (20)

[hopeful4her]

Well, I just put the bird in. It was straight up 5am.


The wife called me last night, after I had hit the grocery store to get some last minute stuff and steaks for dinner after work, to tell me that she and the kids were just going to come in the morning after all. I told her right away that that was fine. She starts to tell me that the kids were playing with friends and that they asked to go in the morning.

I could hear lots of commotion going on. Kids playing. She asked if she should just make the pies tonight and I told her that it was a good idea and asked her if she had everything to make 'em. She said that she COULD get what she needs. I told her good luck at the store because I just left there and it was crazy.

She asked why I went and I told her that I got dinner for tonight. She asked why and I told her that I WAS expecting company over.

"You should have called. We already had dinner...what did you get?"
"At SIX?" I said. It was 6:30. Way early to eat dinner, for her.
"Steaks?" She didn't hear me correctly, but still got it right.
"Yes, I got steaks. I asked you yesterday, but you didn't answer me. I wasn't going to ask again."
"You did? No. I told you we WERE coming."
"And thats why I bought dinner."
"Oh. I'll ask the kids again."
"No. Don't bother 'em. If they don't want to come over, I don't want to force them."

I hear loud dog barking, like from a big dog. Not Moe. I ask what the heck THAT was and she tells me its the neighbors dog. I ask if she is babysitting and she says no. That the neighbor A, is there. The one that might be moving. Actually might be moving tomorrow, which is now today. She mumbles something that I can't understand and says that she IS babysitting another neighbors cat from across the breezeway.

She mumbles something again that I can't hear or make out who the hell she is talking to. Then she whispers,
"Did you hear me?"
"No."
"Lo digo despues" she whispers. Spanish for 'I'll tell you later.'

She always does that.

I whisper back, "ok". I always do that back to her.

She says that she'll come in the morning and we say a couple things and hang up. B called me when I got home, which of course, made me feel better because I was depressed.

She always calls me when I'm feeling low. Seems like every dang time.

We talk for a while about our day and then I put groceries away and make myself some dinner and a couple of beers. The wife called me again.

"Hey, what time are you puting in the turkey?"
"Uh, I was going to cook it in the morning. Not overnight. Why?"
"I don't know. I was just asking."

Okayyy???

I tell her that it should take about 4 hours to cook it. I don't want to put it in too early and let it have to sit out too long. I ask her what time she wants to eat. She says that, since S14 is going with his dad after, she thinks that 1pm sounds good. I agree to that and I ask her what time SHE thinks I should put the turkey in. She thinks for a bit and says "Uhhhh...five or five thirty?"

I told her that that was what I was thinking too. We talk about the other stuff to make and how it'll be easy anyway to make and pretty quick. I tell her that I'll be up before 5 to get the bird ready and then put it in. She says that she'll be up early, too.

She says it like it is a curse.

She tells me she is starting the pies, now that there is some peace and quiet. Everyone is off doing something and D7, A and her daughter are watching a movie. I ask if A was still over and she says yes. I tell her she sounds kinda bummed out.

"I'm just tired. I've had company for two days."
"Two days. Who?"
"A. She's having a hard time."
"What is she doing for Thanksgiving?"
"Still not sure. I invited her."
"You invited her. Okay. Is she coming." I'm ok with it if she does.
"Still not sure."

I ask about the girls and she asks me, "Do you want to talk to them?"
"Yes. Please."

I talk to D11. She is sounding a little frustrated with A's little girl and kinda bored. I told her that her mom told me that they did not want to come over. She got defensive and tells that she didn't say that, but that she DID forget that they were going to come over. "We're coming over tomorrow, though."
I tell her thats okay, I'm just telling what mom told me.
"Well, I didn't say that."
I talk to D7, who is VERY distracted by the movie. I could tell that it was HER that got preoccupied with her friends and probably didn't want to leave the apartment.

"We got busy, dad."
"That's okay, baby. You are having fun. That's okay."

We hung up and I watched Hancock.

It was okay.

Happy Turkey Day folks!