After last night's Batsh*t-Crazy-a-Thon, I had interest approaching Zero in engaging with WAW this morning.
She, on the other hand, clearly wanted to reach out. She was contrite, quiet, practically meek. No thanks.
She inquired, meekly, would it be okay if she called the kids?
Of course -- I will never interpose myself between the children and their mother (assuming there's no potential harm, abuse, etc.).
Could she see the kids? Not this weekend. We're just going to get ourselves straight, the kids and I.
And so off we went on a day at the beach. We stopped for breakfast -- pigs-in-blankets for the two younglings, ham-and-eggs for Himself. We picked up some sandwiches and drinks. And then off we went.
The kids had a great time. We saw jellies, sand crabs, pelicans. We made sand castles. Stopped for frozen yogurt. Did some shopping.
Prepped them for the sight that will greet them upon hitting the door -- empty living room, empty breakfast nook, etc.
They took it pretty well. We made a pizza and fired up the new big'un LCD teevee.
They spoke to WAW briefly, both rallying.
Went upstairs to get bath and bed underway. Sat down at my computer.
