DBing, European style

[Papa4Life]

It's incredible how such trivial things can become so weighted with meaning.

For example, last night it was my turn to bring the twins to bed. W and I take turns because it's nice to get an early start on the evening from time to time, although usually when it's W's turn, I like to clean up downstairs, or maybe do dishes or laundry. I think doing that stuff while W isn't around kinda reinforces the idea that I'm not fishing for compliments or praise.

At any rate, once the girls were tucked in, I went downstairs to get a drink and W, who was on the phone, headed upstairs. I had been planning to go back upstairs myself, and when W saw me headed for the door, she turned around and stayed downstairs. She does this a lot when she talks to this particular friend who she's known most her life and who probably knows more about my sitch than I do A while later I headed downstairs again, and right on cue W headed to her room. (I know this is getting tedious, but bear with me, there is a point to all this.)

W came back down a short time later. She's very economic with her words to me later, which is why I've made it a goal to have her be able to have a warm conversation with me. I volunteered to bring the kids to school and daycare, which she had offered to do to make up for her going to visit overnight with a friend on Sat./Sun. She also asked if her friend could bring over two of her kids on Sat. while she and her H went to a funeral, and of course I agreed immediately. She explained that she was hoping to leave in the mid-afternoon to visit her friend, and I assured her that I would manage just fine with the six rugrats and she shouldn't give it a second thought.

So -- here comes the interesting part -- when I went upstairs, I noticed my DR book lying on my bed. Now, I am almost positive that I had the book lying on my desk and I know for a fact that I didn't read it yesterday. It almost certainly couldn't have been the kids, because they were in bed by the time I was in my bedroom. Which leads me to believe that W came into my room and picked up the book. (The plot thickens, huh?) I wonder if it was W finally taking an interest in the book without my pushing it on her or parading it around in front of her (which I never do, and I stopped even mentioning it long ago after reading about it on this BB). I do have quite a few notes scribbled over many (all right: most) of the pages, so that's a bit awkward, but maybe she remembers my telling her early on about WAW syndrome and wanted to tell her friend about it. I have told her that I'm not trying to manipulate her, that I'm just working on me, so maybe she wanted to check if my positive changes really aren't some kind of Jedi mind trick. I'm probably reaching here. For all I know one of the kids moved it or W moved it to use the computer on my desk or something. But it kinda made me happy. I'll try not to read too much into it, but I do hope she really did pick it up.