Well, Friday night H calls to tell me he needs to work late, then he calls to tell me he is on the way home. The calls were nice. He gets home and says "where are we going to eat because I am not cooking?" Now, since the kids were gone, I was NOT going to suggest going out. So, I was glad he did!!!
This morning I stressed out a bit. I was trying to clean (in-laws were coming to pick up D4 for the week), pack D4, all before noon, because I had to go pick the kids up who were at the other set of grandparents. H had to go finish his final and run copies so he couldn't help. I mumbled under my breath that he could clean the bathroom as he was going on about going to the store before school. He came in and said you don't want me to go. I just said "no, you go, you need to finish your final--I am just stressed." He didn't say anything but got ready to go. He gave me a hug and left. Then I sat down and cried (hormones, PMS--AAAggggg).
But, instead of dwelling on it, I got over it and got myself busy. H called at the store to ask about something. Then he called a few minutes later to tell me to just leave the house and not worry about it. I told him it was okay, I got done what I needed to. Then, he called when he finished his work. So, all in all, I don't think my mumbling hurt.
We went to eat with his parents, while there, he suddenly got depressed. His mother noticed. So, when we got home--his parents had already left from the restaurant with D4-- I took S9 to the video store and to pick up a few groceries to give H some space to deal with whatever was going on.
Besides this afternoon, we had a relatively good time when the kids were gone.
