I am such a push over. I feel like the only time my husband wants to see me is when he has our D. I don't mind because it's extra with my D. My D is suppose to be with him tonight but he called and said he needed to come by the house and pick up some clothes because it is suppose to be cold tomorrow. I said ok. He asked if I wanted something for dinner and I said no, that I would just throw a pizza in the oven. He said cool and came over. Then it was close to D bedtime and he said I will give her a bath here and put her to bed here and come back in the morning to take her to daycare. He said I could stay here or go to my place. I told him that it didn't matter to me so he went back to his house. I was a little disappointed but thats okay.
