Fall

I went out for my first exercise walkfest post-surgery yesterday.  It was a GLORIOUS fall day: sunny; warmish, but crisp; all the leaves changing.  It felt SO GOOD to get back outside and move my body, I was having the time of life.  As I turned a corner in the ravine, it was so pretty with all the leaves changing!  Of course, a picture can never really show all the colors as vibrantly as they are in real life, but I couldn't resist...

Poor Steve has now been felled by The Cold.  He was supposed to go to some bar and watch a soccer game with all his weird soccer cronies today and he says he's too sick to go.  THAT is when you know poor Steve is feeling truly awful.  (I heard him singing to himself yesterday in the basement "I feeeeel like crrrraaaaap!") I went out to lunch with Suzanne yesterday and had them pack up some of the AMAZING cinnamon buns they bring to the table to take home to Steve. I even took a picture of them, texted it to him, and told him I was bringing him a treat.  Aaaaand, then I forgot them.  Left them sitting on the table.  Worst wife ever.  To make it up to him, I have chocolate chip pecan banana bread baking away in the oven right now.

Broken promise 

Wm walked home from school by himself all week.  Halfway through the week, the little girl across the street wanted in.  So they were supposed to meet and walk home together.  Wm walked in the house, peppy as can be on the first day; but I looked outside and saw the little girl was all upset.  I asked Wm why she was so upset and he goes, "no idea."  I was like, "she seems really upset, man - was she OK on the walk?" And he goes, "she wouldn't talk to me, so I don't know - we walked home silently."  I asked why she was silent and he said, "because I forgot about her."  SO, apparently, Wm forgot that he was meeting her, started to leave, she saw him, panicked, had to run to catch up with him, and then walked home silently upset by this whole mess.  Meanwhile, Wm didn't give a shit.  Not one shit was given.  I wanted to go across the street and tell her that is the story of my life:

1. Be upset/annoyed by something The Boys do

2. Give them the angry silent treatment

3. Have them completely ignore my silent treatment

4. Intensify silent treatment by adding huffing around/glaring

5. Continue to be ignored

6. Give up 

7. They win, as always

8. Repeat cycle