99. Tiff

Diana might be mad about me writing about this in public. I have to take a practice exam, and I need to clear my head a little bit before I do so. Diana let me sleep this morning and I woke up leisurely. I was gearing toward studying, but Diana wanted help, which I don't want to begrudge her. I was changing William, and I left him on the changing table, and she got mad. She does not want me to do that, leave him unattended on the changing table. I agree with her, but sometimes I dash here or there. This time to see if she approved of an outfit. She didn't and I put his tie died onesy on. But she got very upset at me. My point, which I'm sure did not difuse the situation is that, nothing happened. No harm, no foul. She pursued the line of what if, and I persued the line of history: Nothing has happened, no need to get angry. Plus I agree with her.

When I go over later to Abuela's, where they are now, we're going to feed William for the first time, something other than breast milk or formula.

Last night Virginia came over, and I went to bed early. I got a lot of sleep last night. Diana, the opposite. I'm not being a baby, or not so much of a baby, I need some sleep to study for my exam. She has a 4 day weekend. Once this is over Monday, I've got no reason to expect special treatment. I did not even ask for it, she gave it to me. And with Virginia over, she had some company. I wonder if she's afraid I will leave it all to her. On the other hand, she comes home and relaxes, and doesn't pick up William right away and leaves messes, and I think, "you come home from work and you want to relax! What have I been doing all day?!" Like an agrieved housewife. But I don't really feel that way. I'm sure her backlog of complaints about me and my lack of them, means the balance is way in my favor. I'm trying very hard to take care of William and her.

William meanwhile is as cute as ever, with his smile, his wiggles, drool, and his talking to the hand (because it understands?).