Quiet

Quiet, sick. Rotten tummy bug.  I can't tell if it is a bug, food poisoning or stress. Dave seemed more than happy to run to the store for me after a small grumble. I didn't ask him to. I just wanted the last Imodium my mom had left here for him awhile back. Well now we have a supply of them. Hope I feel better tomorrow.

New Year's Eve

Spent the day sick.  Great ending to this year I guess.  Hope the rest of the household doesn't catch it.  Guess we will deal with it if they do.  Here is to hoping it is just a 24 hour bug.

Best Laid Plans

Today Dave asked me why I was a little cold and I told him.  I am so sick of people thinking I am stupid.  Now according to him he didn't drink that bottle.  Yeah Right.  Anyway we shall see what transpires.  I heard all the same old excuses that he uses and I don't think he even realizes that he does it. Just like Mike.  Hmmmm.
Later we had a finishing conversation.  We are separated but co-habitating for the moment.  We will see how it goes.  As long as he stays sober this will work for now.  I hope he really did hear me.

No Rain

Sounds like we are going to have a string of some nicer weather.  Methinks a hike might be in order.  Wonder how I can convince the little man to keep his mittens on.  I noticed yesterday we had a much quieter evening after having some outside time during the day.  I learned this during the summer, but had forgotten once we hit rain.  :p

So Normal

He actually seems to think I am clueless.  Acting completely normal. Jodi gave us a plaque with the serenity prayer and he is trying to figure out where to hang it. I think it is going with me. The important line right now is; the courage to change the things I can. So for now I will be content with his thinking everything is status quo.

Rubber Boots

It wasn't raining so we took the little kids outside.  They both got to use their rubber boots.  Audrie in her hand me downs and Connor in his xmas present.  They ran all over the yard until the little man got cold fingers.  It was good to get outside and get some fresh air.

Again

I must have stupid written on my forehead, because I swear many of my family seem to think that I am.  I watched that bottle of vodka wheel right into the garage and felt numb. Really? Seriously?  I'm not stupid and I meant what I said. So now I DO have to make life altering decisions and figure out where I go from here. I am of the mind that I shouldn't have to be the one to move, but I can't make him move.  Joy for me. I'm going to do it smart though as long as I can. This is not an irrational decision that will be acted upon rashly. So tonight he can think he has gotten away with something and he can get quietly sloshed in the garage. He made his choice.