Hey kids! Well, interestingly Monday night H called as I was walking out of the office. The first thing he said is "What's for dinner?" I had nothing planned, since I thought it was going to be just me. He said he'd left some of my fantastic chili at the house, instead of taking it to his place, in anticipation of coming over. Ok. So he drove through a snowstorm to have dinner with me. Yesterday, he sent me an e-mail. He'd set out pork for dinner. So I guess he comes over on Tuesday now. This doesn't bother me, in fact I think it's great that he feels comfortable enough with the R to plan on having dinner with me. Having dinner with my H is very important to me.
On the other hand, I'm a little worried. My H has always had a bad habit of not telling me what was going on until he was ready to do it. For my part, I always left my schedule open in anticipation of such a thing. This was a bad practice for both of us, and I don't want to get in the habit of waiting on his whims again.
He has a key. He can come and go as he pleases (and often does). Heck, as far as I'm concerned, it's his home, but apparently he doesn't feel the same way. I keep meaning to tell him I'm cleaning house or I have plans, but I say "Sure come on over." BTW I would say that to anyone who called me with spontaneous plans to get together, especially when I only have non-time sensitive chores on the agenda for the night. Unfortunately, that means whatever chore I had scheduled, gets put off to another night, during which my H will probably come over. [smacks head!] This must be some form of dating transitional stage.
So last night I decided to start edging back into taking care of things while he is there. I made dinner. I watched the first half hour of a movie with him. I washed the dishes. We watched more of the movie. I made some tarts. (He came to check on what I was doing. He wanted me to come back to the movie with him until he saw I was making dessert.) After I put the tarts in the oven, I watched the movie with him for a while longer. After dessert, I mopped the kitchen. Then I watched more of the movie. When the movie was over, I grabbed my book, asked him to turn the volume down a little and went to bed. I pretty much managed to do everything I had wanted to get done. I hope he wasn't offended (as though he would tell me), but it's my attempt to spend time with him and take care of myself.
I had two more "end of the world" dreams last night. Noticed that my H hasn't been in a single one of them. Hmmm...
