Kids are doing great. They've both been down for a nap since about 11:30. Spencer woke at 530 and fell asleep pretty quickly even though I put him down early. Rachel was a little messed up because of therapy, but went to sleep none the less.
Mike got a speeding ticket this morning. He was actually in pretty good spirits all weekend. I literally asked nothing, and I think that was good. I took the kids out Saturday afternoon, returned just in time for naps, which gave him a good chunk of the day to do with as he pleased. And he was gone from 11:15 till 6:30 on Sunday doing some gaming stuff which he enjoyed. He left before we did on Sat and we went to breakfast together on Sunday, so I'd say that he spent about the same amount of time with them that he normally would on a weekday.
In fact, he was in such good spirits that he was able to laugh quite a bit at breakfast. Too bad he was laughing at me. Not with me, but at me. I said something and my verb tense was wrong (or I mumbled part of the sentence, or he heard it wrong, or whatever) and he just made fun of me (verbally) and laughed for about 30 seconds until I told him what I had meant to say. I'm still in utter shock. How does he think that that's okay?
Then I mentioned that his mom (who was babysitting at the time) was going to turn on the game at noon and listen while she played with the kids. My point was that she probably wouldn't want to go to the park because she wanted to see/hear the game. He started in on how it was, growing up, always being second fiddle to sports and that being compounded by his ineptness at anything athletic. All I could think was that he was such a hypocrite. When he's watching the kids, he is usually on his computer playing a game, or on his phone surfing the net. But did I throw that in his face, make fun of him and laugh at him? No. I kept it to myself. I'm not going to give him one more reason to paint me as a bitch and feel sorry for himself. It's not like he'd really listen anyway.
Anyway, my point was to come here and list some good things so that I don't read this in 20 years and think my life sucked right now. It doesn't. My kids are fantastic. Amazing. I love every minute I spend with them. Even the frustrating and exasperating minutes. My husband is a good guy, and though our marriage is far from perfect, it is still a lot better then most. I have a good life, I really do. I use this as a place to vent and I don't censure my thoughts/feelings at all, so that's why it seems to have a negative spin. When I'm blissfully happy, I don't think about coming here and writing it all down. I'll try harder to do that...