part II

I'll start with no. 3, the unfortunate (but sweet) sign that Matt loves me.
He had been away for the evening for three of the previous four nights last week. This and that, nothing big. But I think part of me misses him, and part of me resents that he's out there 'free' while I'm at home on Lizzy duty. Yet, I wouldn't WANT to go, because then I'd have Mommy guilt... Eh. The same ol' thing. So I told Matt on Friday, Look. I know your brother or one of your friends is going to call you today and want you to go out tonight. And, you've been out enough this week. (not that he was partyin' it up all week. Once I think he was shopping. But still, gone.) Please stay home this time. You don't even need to tell me they called. Just stay home.
So, he stayed home and we had a nice little family evening. I don't recall what we did, but I'm sure it was quite thrilling. :) Matt bathed Lizzy and put her to bed, etc. A nice break for me.
The next day, we're driving along or something and I asked what his brother was doing this weekend, I think. "Oh, he's in Charlestown (W.Va, the casino/races complex thingie)." The trip Matt was invited along on, too, with his brother, good friend and good friend's parents. Which was totally cool with me. But I guess we didn't write it on the calendar, and Matt forgot it was this weekend. So when his brother called up Friday afternoon and said, "You ready to go tonight?", Matt told him he'd promised me he'd stay home.
I FELT SO BAD. And I rarely ask him to make promises of this kind. I can't believe he didn't call me up anyway, and say, y'know what, that trip is this weekend, so, sorry about that promise. Pre-existing agreements, and all. But he didn't. Didn't even bring it up, 'til I asked.
He's a good one.

As to why I still don't have Internet access at home -- that's a short one. Comcast stinks, as I said. Two technicians couldn't figure it out, and the third appt. we made for one to come out resulted in no one coming. The person we called said there had been no appointment scheduled. Ooookay. Three strikes, and you're out, guys! I was struck by the attitudes of the folks on the phone. As in, the techs are total idiots. "They should be boiled in oil," was one comment. Yikes. Interesting to see it's not just OUR office that has rampant interdepartmental disrespect. So we've called Verizon. No home visit involved; just a modem in the mail. This could be a good or a bad thing. We'll see.

Our couches: Received, as I said. And, GREAT! Though, they might convey with the house when we move. They're huge. Had to be built in the basement. And while I'm harping on disrespect, the older guy who helped move the couch in kept giving the younger guy a really, REALLY bad time. Constantly asking him why he did such-and-such. Even stuff that wasn't move-related. "Why do you keep touching your arm like that?" I despise micromanagement, especially when it's personal. I just can't handle it. I feared for the younger guy's sanity, and, if he gets sick of it, the older guy's life.
We almost didn't get the couches, AGAIN, though. I was given a delivery window of 1-5. The delivery guys were told 11-4. They came while Lizzy and I were playing with the Thomas the Tank Engine train at Barnes and Noble. So stupid to leave the house when a delivery is expected. DO NOT LEAVE YOUR HOUSE, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. Thank goodness, the delivery guys called me back at about 4 to see if they could try again. YES, you can try again! If I have to use three vacation days to get couches delivered to me, so help me, I'll ... complain about it a lot.
More later.