I finally resigned myself to warming my pillow at about 4am, which isn't too bad. I wasn't really ready, but DH needed me. I'm not sure that he was aware, but he started having some distress in his sleep, which I can only assume was from a dream. I think it is amazing, the affect that one person can have on another, just by placing an arm around them. He calmed right down, and seemed to sleep calmly.
When DD woke up, I wasn't feeling ready to get out of bed. My eyelids somehow managed to turn into sandpaper while I was sleeping, so it took a little time to get the moisture going again. Ouch. So, I let DD give me a "makeover" while I tried to wake up. Oh, and she gave herself a makeover too. By the time that she was done, I looked like Darth Maul. She took my dark red blusher and painted my whole face. I scared myself when I looked in the mirror. lol She looked goofy, but at least she didn't look like a lobster. lol
So, I figured that it was a good time to take a bath, since we were pretty scary looking. While we were scrubbing away the mess, the phone rang. My dad was calling to make sure that I was awake. Oops. After emptying the tub of pink water, I filled it with clean water and let DD play for a while and generally splatter water all over the bathroom. lol I wanted her to have a chance to play and do something fun since it has been raining the past couple days. She seemed to like it.
Shortly after I got myself put together, dad showed up to get some files that I had saved for him. Surprising enough, he stayed for a while and we got a chance to talk for a bit. It was nice to have company. We talked about a whole bunch of things, which was peachy. DH even came home for lunch. Wow. What a different sort of day.
Dad and I were sitting at the kitchen table when I got a call from DH. He was sitting in the grass next to the exit off the expressway, right by his workplace. The ball-joint on the other side of the van broke, and the tire just about fell off. He says that it's pretty bad and it tore up some things. Buddy was on his way to pick him up though, and DH was going to call our insurance company and have them come out and tow the van to his workplace. I hung up and looked at my dad, nodding and expressing that the good Lord must really love my husband. DH wants to fix the van, but I'm not sure that I think it is worth it. That is twice now that he nearly lost his entire wheel while on the expressway. He doesn't want to stop for a moment and think about what that would have done to him, going 60 mph. He thinks I'm silly for fussing a little, whether it be the van, or trying to talk him into wearing a harness while working on the steep housetops at work. I don't know how I'm better serving him, by trying to impress upon him how much I would love to have him around, and well. Or, maybe I should just hush and let him make his own decisions. He knows full well that he could die in a roll-over accident in that van, especially with all of the tools and chemicals that he keeps in there while working. He KNOWS. It doesn't bother him enough to change things though. He can talk about life insurance money all he wants, but it sure wouldn't be able to love me back.
DD colored me a real pretty picture today. She made a flower with adorable little petals. She even thought to draw all of the leaves and color them in. Then there are the clouds and the sun. What a gorgeous little artist I have. I think that I am going to treat her to some popcorn tonight, since she has been asking about it. DH doesn't think that he will be home for a while, so we are going to record Smallville, and have a little salty popcorn. Yum.
