My weekend was not so great... On Friday night, H came home after work very unexpectedly. He didn't say anything and just went to walk the dog right away. Since it was late, I went to bed myself. When I woke up later, H was falling asleep in front of TV, so I went in and turned off TV. After a while, he left. I really don't know what was that about.
Saturday, I went to a farm picnic with kids for mom's meetup. Kids had fun pulling out carrots and seeing chickens etc. Talked to some moms and kids, it was overall good until I felt very sad driving home, thinking other moms' H waiting for them at home. That evening H came home, was in a very bad mood. Snapped at me about our dog, that I need to discipline him right (The dog has been barking excessively lately, we talked about this before and H said the dog is on a guard mode since H is not home at night.) I wanted to say well that's because you are not home, but I didn't say anything. Later, I needed to talk to him about budget and he was still mad and said "How much do you want?" I wanted to explain it's not like I'm trying to take his money, but merely asking for his share of money to maintain the house and kids life, but I just simply said how much our expense is and how much I need from him.
Sunday morning H didn't bother to come home. I noticed his toothbrush was gone. Very depressed. I felt like the situation is just slipping away for the worse.
So Sunday night H came home early. But mostly sleeping on the couch. I asked him about dinner, but he didn't want it. (BTW, I cooked nice meals on weekend using fresh veggies we picked at the farm, which was nice) H stayed until both kids were asleep. When he was leaving, H asked me if I saw the babysitter. ( I had an interview Sunday morning, but he well knew I saw her because he had arranged the interview and apparently babysitter had already contacted him asking for schedule) So I said "Yes, I liked her" and left the room first (with all my will power) before H left.
This morning H came home and when I was about to leave, he said "what happened to your foot?" (about my blister from my shoes) I think this was the first time in a long time H asked about me, not kids or logistics. Then he said "there is a hole in the back of your dress, let me see" and turned me around and said "oh it's just some thread" and took it away. I take it's a good thing. I have to.
