Saturday: It was a litle difficult for me to wake up this morning. I was out a little late and drank alcohol. Only had 2 beers, but that is enough to irritate the eczema and I was up itching all night. It sucks having an allergy to something you enjoy.
So I guess W left me a message this morning at 8:45 wondering when I was going to pick up the girls, saying she had them ready. It must have been when I was in the shower. I get to the door and D3 is already there jumping "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!". That felt good. W opens door and she jumps out to give me a big hug. Its unfortunate that it takes something as tragic as divorce to make you understand just how much your children mean to you.
W: "How are you?" M: "I'm good. How are you?" W: <shrugs shoulders> "I'm doing OK."
I step in to help D3 put her shoes on. D5 pulls my hand, "Daddy, now can you please come look at my room?"
M: "Yes. I can do that."
This is the first time I have walkked through the house since it has been furnished. It was well furnished. The first thing I noticed was the tin turtle at the bottom of the steps. The "turtle" has always symbolized our relationship. I made a comment about the turtle on her key chain when we first met. I do not believe that I have seen her without a turtle pendant around her neck since the day she told me she was moving out.
D5 pulls me up the steps and into her room. "Look I have a Hanna Montana room!" She is very proud of their new room. It is well decorated. I notice there is a picture of me, but the picture that catches my eye is the one of W and I. It is the one that has "Love" written all over the frame, the one that she had up in her office for a while.
W asks would you like to see my room. I was curious and entered. It was furnished nicely. But again the pictures caught my eye. There were 3 on the nightsatnd. One of her, the other 2 of us: the wedding picture she took from our room and one where we were obviously a couple.
We walk out into the hall. D5: "Daddy, did you sign me up for gymnastics?" M: "I looked into it. But I haven't been called back yet." D5: "Awww, does that mean we are going home?" M: "Yes, but we will do something fun today. I promise." D3 "I want to stay here. Mommy, I want to stay here." W: "No sweetheart, I will see you tomorrow?"
W looks up at me. I had left an open invitation for her to join us for "family night" as we called it. It was always on Sunday that we would rent a movie and watch it together as a family.
W: "Is it OK if I come over tomorrow for a little bit?" M: "Yes. That is fine."
Her phone rings. She ignores it. The phone rings a second time, this time she goes over looks at the caller ID in a perplexed manner and turns the phone off. I can only imagine who it was, but it reminded me that she has a boyfriend and changed my mood.
M: "OK. lets go girls."
We walk down the steps and to the door.
W: "What time would you like me to be there." M: "I'm not sure, we are probably going to be out. Is it OK if I call you?" W: "Yes. That is fine." M: "Are you going to want to have dinner?" - I have a contemplative look on my face of how am I going to swing this? W: "I can come over and put together something from whatever you have." M: "That will probably work. Thank you." D3: "Mommy. I want to stay here with you." - in her whining voice W: "Don't worry. She is always wanting to do the opposite. She always wants to be at the other place."
I just give her a look, thinking it shouldn't be me you are worrying about.
M: "Have a good day. W: "You too."
We did some grocery shopping. Went to a fall festival and spent about an hour winding ourselves through a corn maze. We then came back and I cleaned the house a little and cooked pasta as girls watched a few episodes of "Wizards of Waverly Place".
I'm feeling pretty accomplished today and know that tomorrow will be another busy one.
