I just remembered something else from Sunday. That morning, she made a comment about my hair, which I've been letting grow out. I had long hair when we met, had cut it, then let it grow again, then cut it another time a few years ago. I'd been keeping it short through most of our hard times leading up to the bomb.

She told me she thought it was long enough to pull into a ponytail, so I asked her if she had a ponytail holder. She went to her makeup bag and dug one out. Turns out my bangs and the sides aren't quite long enough, but she liked the way it looked. Went on to tell me that FIL was the only one who didn't like my hair long (hardly surprising, he's a stupidly successful business owner). So I've been keeping it up since then. Feels good in a way, especially knowing that she likes how it looks, and I like how it looks. Kinda reminds me of a colonialist hairstyle, especially when I put my peacoat on. lol

I also just remembered something from last night: S started screeching while we were watching TV, but I'd been playing with him. W popped him on the thigh, and he got upset. I told her it was my fault, and she seemed to relax a bit as far as S was concerned. I tried to comfort him a bit, and tried to keep him from bothering W. I had a thought in my head that it was turning into a "good guy, bad guy" routine, and I didn't want to make W feel that way. S climbed up on an end table, and W told him to get down. When he didn't, I got up and popped him (lightly) on the thigh then put him down. He got upset, but my only real goal was to show W I was on the same page as far as discipline was concerned and didn't want to undermine her.


Me: 31
W: 28
M: almost 6
T: 10.5
S2
Bomb#1: 05/11
Bomb#2: 11/11
S'd: 11/28/11
Moved back in: 12/28/11
MC: 06/28/12

...what is it about the 28th day of the month?