UPDATE 6pm Two things: a. Will be emailing my wife (along with a running bill of childcare expenses) tonight with the following message:
"Hi Wife, in the upcoming move to SC, I was wondering if we can reform E's schedule to be more balanced (i.e. 50:50) between us? If you prefer, we can set aside some time to discuss this more indepthly.
- Alamo"
What do y'all think? I will send this out tonight. I've been praying hard about this.
b. Feel like a stupid doofus for a silly snafu I made when my wife came to pick our son up. After all the ruckus that's going on (see my previous posts), I have had friends/family advise me to keep 911 on speed-dial or to lock my doors when my wife comes. A bit much I thought, but today when we came out our usual garage access door to meet mommy, one of us must've accidentally locked the knob (this is not the first time I've locked myself out; it's probably the 3rd or 4th time). After handing over our son into his mom's arms, I remembered that his half-eaten apple was still in the house. So when I realized I locked myself out, I grabbed the key that hangs by the door to open it. My wife sees this, scoffingly laughs and says: "Are you THAT afraid of me? You afraid that I might take your $20 that you'd make off the garage sale?" I stupidly played along and said, "I'm protecting my privacy."
W: I went in to get my stuff because you obviously weren't going to give it back.
M: You came into my house without permission. I said that I will going through the things in the garage and sort them out, but you were impatient.
W: I told you long time ago.
M: You told me 2 days (fact: 3/5/12) before you came into the house.
W: Oh, I'm quite sure it was longer than that.
That was the gist of the conversation and I'm sick to my stomach. Again.
