Eh, its day to day with us.
Emotions are still pretty high with my wife which leads to other issues, such as me not doing the right thing in her mind when it comes to repairs around the house and doing the cleaning instead of her in place of repairing a water leak at our roof/chimney. Things are being said by her that I am not supportive or emotional about what has happened but I deal with stuff my own way. Me, I need to keep myself busy otherwise I dwell on things and then start to overthink what might have happened. Ya know.... the what if's....
Anyway, that whole incident started this morning when I called her up at work (while Im at work) to get her fax number to send her a fax about an article in the newspaper that I read regarding a 3 yr old Husky that attacked and killed a 6 day old baby. Mind you my wife and I just got a 9 week old Australian Sheppard (which I was opposed to with the upcoming baby at the time, and our 21 mos old daughter) and I have had concerns about something like this happening to our daughter/ kids. As it was, the dog ran down the hall a couple days ago, jumped on my daughter and grabbed her by the back of the neck and started biting her and clawing her. She blamed this on me that I was not watching the dog and our daughter since she was in the bathroom and I was in our office (halfway down the hall). Anyway, she immediately took defense to this, today, and wanted to know why I kept harping about the dog and that if I wanted to get rid of it, then I should. Now I am not opposed to owning a dog, just owning one at this time with our daughter being so young and that we had another baby on the way. So now she is all pissed off at me cause I brought this up again and that I did not have the decency to just call and BS to see how she was doing, if she was ok, how her work was going, etc all while I am at my police dispatching job answering calls and such like that. If I'm at work, I focus on work, not home. If Im at home, I focus on things at home, not work. All I called her to find out was what her fax number was and she rips into me. Granted, I understand that this is a tough time for her and that I am there for her. But her parting words to me was that I should spend the weekend at my parents.
Whats the old saying..... when it rains, it pours?