Was having a great night. On Sunday the kids and I and other friends went to a tree farm and cut down a beautiful Christmas tree. Got it in the stand last night, and tonight the kids and I decorated it. Was fun, and the kids were excited. Was a little emotionally tough breaking out all the ornaments and Christmas stuff, and particularly biting to see my lone stocking, as my W took all the others when she cleared out her stuff (I didn't know it at the time, or I might have objected). I even listened to the Christmas music I thought I'd never listen to again, as it was the music my W and I listened to and danced to last Christmas, on the last night we slept in the same bed. So I was doing well and feeling good.
Went into the basement to put the Christmas decoration boxes away and noticed one whole corner of the basement was flooded. Boxes upon boxes of stuff are ruined, and it's a big mess. I don't know where the water is even coming from. The sump pump is fine. I think the drainage tiles in that corner must be clogged up, which is BAD NEWS.
On top of that, I grab one box of stuff of papers from when my W and I bought this house, and I find a letter from OM to my W from 18 years ago, which is five years before I even met her. I don't know if that was their last contact until last year. The letter wasn't romantic at all, but it was long, and very personal. Clearly the letter meant something to her, as she kept it, although it was just tossed in with a bunch of other meaningless papers. I do know from intel that they hadn't been in contact for a LONG time before last year, so perhaps that letter was their last contact.
So now my good mood went to pure crap. I just snapped at my son. I hate being in mood like this.
Ok, back to business. I need to see my W to hand off our youngest daughter tomorrow morning. I struggle with how to behave. I guess I was planning on being pleasant, discussing whatever child issues need to be discussed, then making a hasty exit. Sound good?
