Matt works very hard at this job, he really does. I got a text from him early this morning after he'd left for work, saying "Please don't be mad, I didn't have time to get to the dishes. I was working from 6 until five minutes before I left." Obviously I wasn't mad. Just asked, "But why were you working? You only start work at 8!" He's been putting in a lot of overtime because he's a big team player, and wants success for his company in such an important, personal way. I think he gets this driving work ethic from his mom.
On top of everything he's been doing for work, he's also using his free time to build me a console table for behind the sectional on the main floor. Something to put my plant babies and beverages on, that doubles as a riding-toy garage/bookshelf. It's going to be glorious, he's such a good craftsman. We seem to have misplaced our electric sander, though, so for now we're a bit stuck on the next step.
Oliver is so ready for summer, he's so antsy just waiting to enjoy the outdoors. March is almost over, and Winter jackets and toques are still in full employ. It's so lovely having such a big beautiful front porch, though, for the kids to play on when I don't want them getting muddy/rained on/run over by passing vehicles. I think this year Oliver may even be ready for a big-boy bike. We shall see on that one. If we can get our finances under control, that is. I just love that in this photo of Oliver, his best buddy Pig is watching on the sidelines. The sweetness is overwhelming.
Matt rescheduled his private session with the therapist this evening. It's been an incredibly hectic busy week, and we haven't had a lot of time to just spend together. In a codependent relationship like ours, going four or five days without more than an hour of quality time is basically torture. Maybe we'll be able to lock down a babysitter for the evening and we could try a little date excursion, though I won't get my hopes up just yet.
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