We had a very nice time today. The 2 of us and D11 and our dogs took a hike. The weather was gorgeous. After he bathed his dog and himself he came over for a home cooked meal of steak and potatoes. Problem? D11 likes to show off and her showing off is insulting me. He grabbed my hand under the table because he could tell I was getting upset. I told her to go take a shower. We had 15 minutes to ourselves. He said “I could see you were staring to get a little heated”. I just asked him to come sit in the couch with me. We finally got to hold hands, cuddle and kiss and talk. A brief 15 minutes, but much needed. I can’t wait for our us time on Wednesday. Seriously.
D12 heard it from me after he left. She got a lesson right there. She had a great weekend, thanks to me. Shopping for new clothes, a sleepover, bringing her friend to volunteer with us, and then a hike and dinner. This girl lives the good life and I told her instead of sitting there at the dinner table putting me down, how about lifting me up and mentioning all the great things I do for you? She felt really bad. Which she should.
I’m pooped and barely ready to tackle another week. I hope this week is more manageable at work. Next weekend is AC beer fest with my girls. The weekend after that is my surgery.
