The other shoe?
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|Mon, 05-11-2009 - 5:28am|
Things are going really good, Busy! but good.
DW and I had a deal, She got off work early, she called and said, "I wasn't going to tell you I got off work because I wanted to study and not get sucked into the whole kids stuff at home, but I don't want to sneak around or do anything that looks like sneaking around." "I'm going to Starbucks and study. Is that ok?"
I made a deal that she would come home at 7:00 to help me with the kids homework and at 8:00 we would put kids to bed and spend some time together. At 7:00 I got all the kids in pajamas and she took our daughter to the bedroom to do homework, the rest of us read books in the living room. I fell asleep reading. DW got the kids in bed and went and watched tv episodes on the computer until midnight. I had hoped she would come wake me.
I dreamt that a man in a Black BMW came to the house and told me he was having an affair with my spouse and wanted me to step aside. We was really slick, big bucks, good looking, the works. I wanted to kill him but I got rid of all the bullets in my home that first week after D Day.
I woke up and DW was just coming to bed. I kept thinking of "I wasn't going to tell you" replayed in my mind. I keep waiting for the other shoe to fall. It's irrational, she would have told me by now if there was some missing OM. Yeah, it's four hours later and I can't sleep.
5 kids ages 15-9, D Day: August 5, 2008
Status: Figuring it out. Together.