Wow, what a wonderful group of posts waiting for me this morning! Thanks for all your support and good will. I have good PMA anyway, and this only helps.
Mer, I kinda like the seal routine, so thanks for giving it to me. Friday's are really good days to be deranged anyway...
I didn't make it to bed as early as I had hoped--D7 was a little wound up and gave me a few fits about not allowing her to take a bath last night. To anyone who cares, part of her diagnosis is an obsession with water--baths, hot tubs, sinks and pools are the source of endless fascination and fun. She gets pretty messy anyway, so a nightly bath is usually a requirement.
She was clean yesterday and I didn't feel like devoting the time to watch her (she has a penchant for emptying full containers of soap when I leave the room), and she got mad at me. I opted to put Sleeping Beauty in the VCR and hope for distraction. It did work!
While I had her on the potty, the phone rang. It was about 9:30 and it was Mr. Wonderful. He was calling to talk golf tournament, after discussing things with the golf pro. We are changing the date to September 11 (I had a few seconds of reservation, but quickly let it go), and we had a really GOOD convo about our plan of action.
It was very cooperative and organized, and when he was finished, he let me know that his cell battery was dying, so he would hurry so he could say goodbye. I wasn't at all concerned... then he cleared his throat and said in a sort of intimate voice,
"Goodnight, Bets (he usually doesn't use my name in such an intimate address)."
Me: "Goodnight, Mr. Wonderful. Talk to you tomorrow."
MW: "Oh, Bets? Thank you. For everything."
Me: "You're welcome."
I feel pretty good about the road that lies ahead. I'm sure it is going to be rocky and strange, but I promise to share the details so that everyone else can reap the benefit of my mistakes.
Oh, on our way to the restaurant last night, D10 asked me why my eyes were puffy. I ended up telling her about the convo with her dad. She smiled and said, "For the first time, I feel like he's going to come home."
After D7 and I were lying in bed, she came up to sit next to me in the bed to give me hugs and kisses. We were chatting about things for a few minutes when she put her head down on my chest, smiling. She perked it right back up and addressed her sister:
"D7, you better get a grip and start going to bed by yourself, because you're not going to be sleeping in Mom's bed much longer!"
D7 shook her head vehemently, which made both of us laugh. Yes, I'll have to pay for taking the path of least resistance with my child who has a sleeping disorder... but I'm not going to begin that journey until he comes home, because frankly I need the sleep. He can help me undo something that was done to protect my sanity and preserve my rational thinking (if there ever was such a thing).
TGIF!
Betsey
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
