For the Guy with Kids and a WW Twenty Two

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Feeling kinda down. The wife came by and picked up the kids about 30 minutes ago.

We went to the movies on Friday night. We saw Bedtime Stories, which was very good.

I had some conversation with the wife last night. I was thinking that D11 was having some kind of allergic reaction. We had been working on her school project most of the day. It started on Friday night with her itching, but she didn't really let me know. It was just before she went to bed. On Saturday, at my parents, she was complaining about scratching. My mom gave her some Benadryl and it seemed to clear up. Yesterday evening, I had her bathe in some Aveeno oatmeal treatment. It still came back Saturday night.

I called the wife to ask her if she has ever had hives. It was around 9:30 last night. When I called, I asked if she was busy. She said, sorta glumly, that she was watching a movie. I could hear Moe barking in the background, so I know she was home. Funny thing is that she WAS barking. She usually doesn't bark. I noticed that the wife never turned the movie down nor paused it either, which I thought odd.

If I was alone, I would have paused it. If I was with someone, I would imagine that that person would have paused it, so that I wouldn't miss it. I think she would have been alone, because the does the same thing in the car. If she is listening to the radio, she doesn't turn it down or off, which is annoying.

Not that I had put any thought into it, of course.

We talked for a while about what hives are and that she has had them before. She thinks it was hives and I had told her that since I had never had them, I was almost tempted to take her to the clinic. Her stomach, shoulders, arms, neck and back all looked like she had been stung by bees all over.

I had given her some more Benadryl, which helped but also made her VERY sleepy most of the day yesterday. She talked to both of the girls and then got back on the phone with me. She told me that she would call me in the morning to check on her. Funny, but when D7 was talking to her, she kept asking her, "Who's there with you?" I could hear the wife saying, "I'm watching a movie at the apartment." I didn't hear her say, "No one."

We missed church this morning because I had discovered that my house had a water leak outside of the house that I'm now going to have to tend to.

She didn't call until about 11:15 this afternoon. We were getting ready to head out to the grocery store to get hamburger stuff to make for dinner. I let D7 answer the phone. She had told D7 that she was in the car with Moe and dropping off movies. D11 told her our plans and that she felt a lot better.

D11 had fallen asleep on my bed, so we slept with her lying one way and me the other. I know she was happy this morning that she got to sleep with daddy again.

Anyway, D11 was asking the wife if she was going to pick them up at the house and if she was going to bring Moe. She asked this because she had a dream last night that her mom had come to pick them up and brought Moe.

So, I didn't have to ask. The wife told her to call her when we have finished eating and are ready to get picked up. After the call, I kept thinking of having the girls call her back and invite her for burgers tonight. I thought and thought about it and then decided against.

We got home and I had them get their things ready, becaue I'm not like the wife. I'll have their stuff ready for her when she picks them up. I fired up the grill and cooked up some burgers and made curly fries. I made extra, just in case. The wife ended up calling at 6. I answered the phone this time. She asked if the girls were ready to get picked up. I said that they were.

"Well, they never called me." Not sarcastic, just a statement.
"Wadda you mean?"
"D11 was supposed to call me when they were ready."
"She didn't say anything." I lied.
"Well, S14 and I are at the grocery store. We'll head over after we drop the groceries at the apartment."
"Ok"
She asked if the girls had eaten and I told her that they had. I then told her that if they were hungry, I have hamburgers here. She said okay.

She gets here about an hour later and the girls are showing her their rooms for some reason. As she walks by me, I tell her hi and she says it back. I start to reheat the burgers and take the fixens' out. I warm some buns and tell S14 to make his burger.
When the wife comes back, I motion to her to make her burger. We all sit in the living room and watch something on tv, but mostly the kids are talking to each other. The girls have their hamsters, the dogs are looking at them and smelling the burgers, so I think they were wanting a snack. The wife kept telling the girls to put the hamsters back, because they were making her nervous being around the dogs.

She complimented me on the burgers. When they were done, she took the plates to the kitchen, told the girls to get their stuff and started cleaning the kitchen up a bit. I just let her and I helped the girls gather their stuff. I helped load some of the stuff and back inside the house, the wife thanked me for dinner.

She had her typical look of....the best way that I can explain it is a look of guilt. Not happy, not nonchalant, not mad, not really sad. Like a look that some one has when they feel bad about something. Her little half smile. Big hugs and kisses for my kids. I went outside and watched them leave. We kept waving goodbye to each other, and then they were gone.

The wave of sadness came over me, but I kept my composure. A depressing feeling of an empty house. Hate it.

My bud called me because I had texted him from the grocery store. Ribeyes and NY Strips were on sale for $4 a pound. I stocked up on 6 steaks. We might get together on Tuesday to watch a local high school basketball game.

I already can't wait for next Sunday. The girls and I have been together for 24/7 for that past whole week. Even D11 asked if they were going to stay at moms for two weeks. I reminded her that they were only here for a week and we both laughed.