In the words of David Lee Roth, I think the clock is slow…
Husband #2 flies in tonight for an extended visit. The clock is moving at a glacier’s pace (pre-global warming). I’ve done everything I can think of to fill the time between sunrise and flight arrival:
- scrubbed the bathroom
- cleaned all of the windows
- laundry’s done
- the windows are streak-free
- floors are swept and dust-bunnies evicted
- lawn mowed
- kitchen is sparkling
The weather is nice. Maybe I’ll sit outside and do my nails. Maybe I’ll chase the squirrels away from the bird feeders. Maybe I’ll do the squirrel’s nails.
It’s interesting that Husband #2 stirs this anticipation in me, even after all the time we’ve been together and all that we’ve been through.
My random happy thought for today:
I still love you.
He’s bringing the Boundaries book with him. And his notes on Chapter 9 — Boundaries and your Spouse. I have my copy of the book and my notes laid out for discussion. This is where we really get serious about what each of us felt, contributed, understood, and caused in our decline.
He’s also bringing his list of “non-negotiables”. His therapist gave him homework. By extension, his therapist gave me homework, too. I already did my non-negotiable list last year for my goal setting class. I’m prepared. Over the last 12 months, I added, blurred, and deleted a few items but it’s still pretty intact.
I’m ready for a serious conversation.