Just love that day!

Good morning! I hope you all had a great weekend! My weekend was quiet and nice. B & I spent most of it connecting and talking quietly, watching 'As time goes by', and patting Sweetie. And did laundry, and ate, and talked more. Little things, and nonsense things. and I read the first two books of the the Hunger Games series. I don't know how that would work as a kids book! It triggered a series of dreams for me! I am rereading the third book to finish the series. I told B that I have to read a romance or two when I am done it, to get my mind clear!

Good things came of this weekend. Things that B would have blown up at, he didn't. But we'll get to that later.

First was Saturday. I have been craving chocolate donuts, and he woke up early Saturday, went to Target to get some needed items. I woke up to find him gone, texted him. He was on the way to Dunkin Donuts to get some Donuts and ground coffee. So I made coffee and eagerly awaited his return. Ahh, coffee, donuts. Only ate two honey glazed chocolates. And they were fresh. Heavenly. Then we snuggled on the couch, and talked about this and that. And I read some. So relaxing a day. And B relaxed too.

Then Sunday. I woke up with a purpose. Well, almost. B let me sleep again. But I woke up earlier than he thought I would. I got dressed right away so that lounging around would NOT be the game of the day. And I asked him what he would like for breakfast. He offered to run to IHOP and pick up breakfast, even though it was raining (he would need to go in his chair, no drive thru.) It was tempting, but I said no, I would make toast and eggs. How did he want his eggs and how many? He said 3, over medium, 2 slices of toast. OK, folks, here's where my brain did a memory lane trip. I made him what he use to like 30 years ago-2 sunny side up, plenty of black pepper with 2 slices of toast. He came into the kitchen just as they were done. And said, "that's not what I told you," very calmly. I freaked. And tried to flip them into the pan. He held me and said no. They are done perfectly. I am putting the dish on the coffee maker to stay warm, and you make yours." I looked at him and told him that I remembered how he use to love them. No freak out by him. No anger-no blow up. I made my eggs, and we both ate, and enjoyed breakfast. Calmly.

Later, we sorted out the laundry we were going to do. And did it. I brought back the hangables. When I returned to the laundry room, I dropped the house keys into the basket and forgot about them. When the rest of dryers finally stopped, we got the rest of the hangables, and the rest of the clothes. The B asked where the keys were. I had remembered dropping them on the bed, but not bringing them back to the laundry room. I started to panic when I told him, "oh, oh, I locked them in the apartment!" The last time I did this-it was a blowout!

This time, his face was inches away from mine, I saw the panic of being locked out, but no anger. He grabbed my arm gently and said, calm down. I said "your phone!" then, "wait, I dropped them on the shirt you can't wear anymore in the basket!" He shook the basket and we heard changle, clank as they fell. But I was shaking. He had me sit down and drink some water and try to calm down.

Even once we got the clothes in, he had me sit down on the bed and we talked. He never got mad at all. He remembered the last time. But what he remembered from this time was the fear he saw in my eyes, and his promise that he would be working to erase that fear.

What I remember, is not seeing any type of anger at all in his eyes. NONE AT ALL! And this is the type of thing that would have triggered an episode big time. There wasn't even that little flash of anger with a cover up right after. So there is hope that he has learned finally.