WAW hit me up with some texts this evening, getting prepped for the return of Themselves to the familial manse tomorrow, and could she drop their things off in the a.m. after they go to day camp, and if I could please just let her know when it would be convenient for me to dash out of the house for just ten minutes -- but she could do it in five if it's really, really, really inconvenient -- and she doesn't mean to be a bother but she knows that I'm packing for our trip to Big Midwestern City on Tuesday and she really, really doesn't want to be trouble but she totally understands if it's an inconvenience and.....
Okay. Krap krap krappity krapification of a krapitude.
Looks like I'm going to have to be a grown-up and ameliorate some of this separation-in-the-midst-of-separation and try to reduce the tensions.
I know, I know, she has to learn how to do it and deal with the struggles and what-not, but these are struggles of her own creation, projecting struggles onto me ("he'll freak if I drop the stuff off while he's there").
Oh, I suspect it smacks of some rescuing and is bad DB kung-fu and will make it ever-so-much-more easy for WAW to WAW, but for goodness sake. We're parenting two small kids. I can at least make that bit as easy as possible if only for their sake without rescuing WAW emotionally. Can't I?
