So, here I am on the 18th floor...another night. My son is snoring blissfully on the pull-out couch; the baby, who has NOT had a good afternoon (colic, anyone?) is sleeping in her car seat - I had to pick it up and swing her back and forth in the air until she finally conked out. Whew.
It was an odd day, full of remembrances, tension and, of course, texting. Oh heavens, the texting.
I think I've got it figured out; my wife is a drama addict, and her girlfriend too. If there's not some kind of drama, they don't feel ALIVE. The texting helps ramp up that sense of urgency to life.
This morning I came out of the shower to find my wife texting. "You won't believe this, but I know now why it was better you came than gf", she said "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be texting but it's an emergency; the roof at their business is leaking, and I'm finding out the scoop".
"Hm." I said. "Hope they have insurance". She ended the conversation shortly after. We grabbed breakfast, came back, hit Eaton Center. It was a long 3 block walk...about -5 F with the wind chill, but I liked it. As soon as we got into the mall, I heard the complaints about her ears being cold...thankfully, we had already arrived.
On the way, she had mentioned that she was nervous to take her homeopathic remedy for her eczema, because every time she took it some major life event happened. I waited through her story, knowing that at the end was "and I took it right before this whole situation happened". I was so frustrated that when she finally GOT to it I looked at her and went "DUN dun dunnnnnnn".
She didn't speak to me for two blocks.
At this point, I've heard that a psychic predicted things were all going to fall apart around late December, her pendulum was saying the same thing (don't ask), and the tarot card reading were all pointing the same direction....and NOW we add the "remedy". Oy. I think I was justified.
Anyhow...when we got back to the hotel, the texting started again just a bit. I raised my eyebrow, but got no response. Then we all went down to the pool so oldest and I could swim while wife and baby hung out; and she was texting the whole time she was there, until the baby needed to go up and nurse.
An hour later oldest and I went up to the room, and she was still texting. "I'm sorry, I'm just in the middle of a conversation, I'll be done in a minute" is what I heard. This time, I turned on my heel and went into the other half of the suite, leaving her with both kids.
About ten minutes later, she asked me if I could help with the baby; I walked in, picked her up and brought her back to the other side of the suite. A minute later, wife finished her conversation and apologized; but then was spending lots of time in the bathroom each time her phone went off.
On her fourth or fifth trip, she said "oh, I have to go so much, I wonder why?" My comment was "maybe y0ur phone is triggering your bladder". She tried to laugh it off, but the point was made, and she stopped the bathroom trips, and the texting, almost immediately after.
The rest of the afternoon, she was sweet and tender to me; being warm, touchy, thoughtful even. I received a text from her when she got to the lecture thanking me for coming this weekend, that she couldn't have done it without me.
So now the kids are asleep, wife's on her way back from the lecture...and I'm going to BED. Hopefully tomorrow won't have as much drama.