Hope and heartache

[ClingingToHope]

Have the girls for the next four days. They are both still hacking up lungs. W called. Now she thinks she might be good enough to take D10 trick or treating on Saturday night. I told her it did not matter to me. If she doesn't feel well, D10 will go with D7 and me. Either way, D10 ends up back with me. It's my weekend. We're doing church on Sunday and I'm taking them shopping to put together their Christmas list.

Of course, the way they sound right now, neither may make it to trick or treating.

W will get to see them Saturday for a couple of hours. She's taking them T&T at her work.

She sounded tired. She finally made it back to work, stayed until 7:30 p.m. and said she had more erands to run.

Her job is a killer. I wouldn't want it. I remember at least on two occasions she tried to get me to apply for executive openings at her job.

I love my job. Even if I'd make $10,000 more I wouldn't want to work there. Long hours, little satisfaction, no one knows who you are and few professional people around.

It was weird talking to her tonight after seeing a L. Can't explain it. I still can't shake this belief we'll never actually get divorced. But that's my heart talking. My head knows the papers should be coming soon.