Our Dinner went well last night. She opened up a little bit about her work. She has to travel next week and discussed with me a little bit of it. The teacher conference at my d's daycare went well too.
When we walked into the new room where my d's supposed to go, everyone was sitting in kid-chairs. I commented on how I was a little concerned I might break the chair. That got a laugh from everyone--I'm guessing my wife laughed at that too. She had her back to me at that point. Then when I sat down I said, "They're so small yet so sturdy." Referring to the chairs again. "Sorry I'm still on the chairs." I said.
My wife laughed at me again, and gave me a smile that was both admiring, but at the same time telling me to shut-up. At this point, I'll take what I can get.
My d seemed a little unruly last night, but I guess that goes with the territory for 3yos. A good friend of ours said, it should be called the terrible 3s, not the terrible 2s. I gave my w a box of girlscout thin mints as well. She graciously yet hesitanty accepted--she's still watching her weight.
Overall, it still feel like she loves me; but I need to take it slowly.
I may have overstepped things a little today--I emailed her to say I enjoyed dinner and apologized for not ordering meat to go on her baked ziti. I said, "I really dropped the ball--the meat ball." Weak, I know.
I won't see my w again until she comes to pick up our d on Sunday night. OHH, BTW!!! That's our 8 year Anniversary...what do I do? Nothing, right?
"Things are never bad; it's the way you think about them." -Epictetus
