I'd be worried about the whole thong-creeping-up-the-backside feeling.
But to be honest, SP may be changing his plans.
I'm pissed.
Last night -- late last night -- WAW came in with the poopy-look on her face. Seems Realtor To The WAWs regaled W with some post-D stories. Apparently, for "only" about 2 years, whenever R2TWAW's children came to "Mommy's House," they'd cry all night/weekend that they wanted to go to their "real" home -- i.e., Dad's home. So R2TWAWs just wanted W to "know it will be tough."
So W came in to tell me that "it sucks" that "it will be tough."
To be honest, she caught me a bit off-guard with this, and my (bad) instincts kicked in, and I said, "Hey, this is what you want, right? You made the decision, you're pulling the trigger, so it, ah, 'is what it is,' right? Isn't that what you always say?"
No, said WAW, I might have made the decision, but you pulled the trigger.
Meaning, of course, that if I hadn't been such a P.O.S. of a husband, we wouldn't be here.
I dropped it and mumbled something inconsequential -- okay, if that's how you see it -- and was (again mercifully) redirected by D6's shouts that she was done in the bath. So I stood, gave W a quick peck, and walked off. She went back to OM on the crackberry. And her sister. Who knows about OM because she stupidly sent an email to the family email account referencing it.
But what kept me up most of the night was not her broadcasting of OM. It was "you pulled the trigger." I pulled the trigger. I pulled the effin' trigger?
Sure. I guess. Except for that part where I (and M.C.) repeatedly said there were alternatives, and except for that part where I said it would be worth it for the children to explore alternatives, and etc. and etc.
In fact, maybe I'm super-pissed. Talk about dodging responsibility for consequences -- the kind of the thing Puppy is most offended by in these situations.
So even tho I know you're not supposed to act from anger, I'm damn close to canceling this outing. I mean, WTF?
