Took R. to the beach at Ft. Fisher yesterday, we had a really good time. I was nervous about taking him on that kind of trip alone, because he's such a wild man and rarely obeys me. But he did well. We played in the sand a good bit, until the water had calmed down and we were able to go out into the ocean and splash and play. Once he got over his initial fear, he loved being in the water and didn't want to get out, even though he was cold and tired. My legs are sore and exhausted from chasing him up and down the beach in the loose sand. We got sand on every inch of everything we brought with us, and in every crevice of our bodies. I'm still picking it out of my hair and from behind my ears. I wish it was just a little closer. 2hours to Wilmington, 2.5 hours to Ft. Fisher. We're talking about going camping down there for a week when J. comes home.
And speaking of that... I'm starting to feel like this 6 weeks apart is going to be good for J. and I. I'm really gaining a lot of confidence in myself. I've been taking care of everything, and handling it all pretty well. The yard looks good, and the garden is doing well. I've taken care of R. and his injury, kept the house clean, laundry done, dishes, etc. And J. is missing us terribly. I think he will come home appreciating me a lot more, when he used to take a lot that I do for granted. He's been much sweeter and nicer on the phone than usual. He keeps telling me how much he misses my cooking and how lonely he is. How much he needs me, how beautiful I am... certainly haven't heard that in a long time.
This is the end of week 3, so we are now half way through. R.'s behavior is a little better, but we're still having a big issue with him hitting me. Hard. With whatever he happens to be playing with at the moment. Last night he slammed a drawer from the field desk down on my foot. Today it was a plastic spoon to the arm. Usually it's his big plastic train. I'm just not sure what to do about it. It's really unacceptable though.