Weekend Apart

I had a board of directors meeting in lovely Charleston SC and so Mr S and DS hung out for the weekend. Unfortunately for Mr S, he's in the public accounting world and this is tax season. DS spent his Saturday morning with our lovely friend M.

DS managed to miss naps on both Saturday and Sunday and not get to bed on Saturday until nearly 11:00pm. His daddy's not keen on struggling with him when he gets his 2 year old attitude going. His mommie, on the other hand, doesn't let his 2 year old attitude get in her way that much. He's gonna cry if he doesn't get his way. Yep, indeed he will. But he has to go to bed and he has to take a nap and he has to eat regular. He's 2. He doesn't know what's good for him, that's why he's got a mommie and a daddy. We're supposed to know that crap. Needless to say, when I got home, Little Mister Man got his bottom fed, dumped in the tub, and taken to bed early. Daddy collapsed right next to him. It was cute.

So... Mr S and I had a long and difficult night together this past Thursday. We put the cat down. She was 18 years old, starting to have problems and we simply couldn't afford either the financial or the emotional costs of stepping up her care. We both cried a lot. We had some really good and really difficult conversations. I'm supposed to make a list of "what's cruel" for Mr S to use in moderating his future behavior. That's a difficult assignment because I know it when I see it. He seems to be past his initial rage at me for moving us out. That's good.

He also didn't drink any booze last night. That's also good. I think that's having a good effect on him.