Well... tonight was kind of frustrating. For one thing, very little time together, plus at least one "kid-oriented" blowup. I got home from training just shortly before W had to drive S18 to work (about 5:00). She was gone until around 6:00 or so. Around 5:50, D20 starts getting nervous because she has to go to Brownies at 6:30, and there's not even been supper yet. I say, well I guess you should get a sandwich, and if worst comes to worst I can drive you to brownies. Long story short, W comes home from the store, gets reminded about brownies (had forgotten), and immediately becomes overwhelmed, and ends up dashing out for Rotten Ronnie's instead of making the frozen lasagna she'd bought. Bummer #1. While she was out getting supper, I totally tidied the kitchen, dried and put away everything in the draining rack, made sure there was nothing left to do. Supper was pleasant enough, once we got to it, and then after, W drives D20 to brownies. Comes home, has lots of ironing to do, so she irons for the next hour or so while we watch TV. My brother calls during this time to wish me Happy Birthday, so I talk to him for a while, then W has to go out to get D20 from brownies. Then shortly after returning, she's going back out to get S18 from work. So she was either ironing or out most of the evening.
She didn't even approach sitting with me until nearly 10:00. However... as she's getting ready to sit down, she puts the Dr. Phil Relationship Rescue book on the couch, like she's going to finally READ it. I'm thinking, okay, this looks like a good sign... Except when she sits down, she's reading her f*kin' meno book again, although the Dr. Pheel book is nearby. AND she's dead asleep within 15 min anyway.
I'll see what happens with her C, and by next week I think I'm going to go see my own C... I just can't take much more of this sh!t...
