More adventures in distance vs detaching land. I worked yesterday and the older boys had a sleepover (at BFFs house) last night, so I was planning on having a restful early night, assuming W would leave. On my way home, W texts that she is feeling under the weather. I offer to pick her up this Thai soup she likes to have when she is sick and she says thanks maybe later. Get home, bathe and bed the baby, and order us some takeout Thai. On the walk to pick it up, I give myself a pep talk. This is a chance to do loving acts of service for her, show her that I care, but I am in no way to build any expectations for it or say a single pressuring thing (the last time she had an A, I would go a week and then try to open a small hole wider or temp check, and it backfired over and over). Brought her the food and we ate on the couch, watching crap tv and joking about it (one of our easiest things to do together). Got her a heating pad as she was cold. At one point, she said her feet were hot and asked me to take her socks off. I did and gave her a 60 second foot rub before looking over and seeing that she was asleep. I roused her and she got up, said good night, and went to bed. I went to bed in the office and tried not to feel sad. It had been a wonderful two hours with W.
Today I'm taking the boys to the pumpkin patch. W may join us but I expect her to beg off due to sickness or leaving. Another day.
M: 33 W: 33 M: 9 T: 10 3 S's: 8, 6 and 1.5 BD: 8/3/14 Living together