I'm not sure I can issue an ultimatum like that. I'm just not an old tomato kind of girl. I'll think about it, though.
Yesterday was a really hard day for S. because he thought he'd tear the old roof off the deck and put a new one on this w-e, and by yesterday at quittin' time he had managed to get only about 2/3 of the deck roof torn off, bruise himself terribly, and cover himself head to toe in black dirt and tar dust. At the beginning of the workday yesterday (we both had to work all w-e), he had sweetly said I could come "check on him" when I wanted to take a break, so I went over in the afternoon, and much to my chagrin he was hostile and reallllllly cranky, lecturing me about how he wasn't going to get anything done at this rate and he needed to start much earlier in the day, and that we wouldn't be moving Sept. 1 but Oct. 1 at this rate. I managed, somehow, not to personalize, said I was really sorry he was having such a hard time of it, and beat a hasty retreat. He came home at the end of the day and apologized right away. I rewarded his apology by going out and getting some takeout Middle Eastern food, which really hit the spot. Then we snuggled into bed and watched a movie, one of his very favorite things to do.
Today is S.'s birthday. He is 41. I am plagued by my crazymaker that SM will call today, so much so that I was treated to more dreams about her last night. In these dreams, worse than the ones I had last week, S. was trying to get rid of me and be alone with her. I slept OK but was really disconcerted this morning. S. still has not informed about the last e-mail from SM, and I wonder if he's waiting for T (Wednesday afternoon). HowEVER, I was being very sweet last night and this morning and pledge to be on my best behavior for S.'s birthday and beyond. We had planned to drive out to the beach today, but the deck fiasco and my own looming deadline has precluded doing anything, so we took a rain check. I have no idea what to do for his birthday - this is the first one I've been invited to (the other years have been "off" times, perhaps not coincidentally). I think I'll either get him a nice birdbath for the house in Vermont or a tree for up there. We go up this weekend.
Otherwise, I'm plugging away at my big deadline - my biggest project (650+ pages) has a first-batch turnover date of tomorrow, and I'm in decent shape (despite and because of having put in 12-14 hour days this past week, including Saturday and Sunday). Unfortunately, the second batch turnover is a few weeks away, so no rest for the weary until it's all finished (and I can get back to my other, neglected projects). Basically, I'll have no time, ever!
I've had no exercise since I left the mountains last Saturday. Ugh. Probably contributing to my state of crazymaking...
