My fingers were itching to dial. But I didn't. Spent some time on the phone with some good friends, allbeit far away. Crawled into be with my youngest to watch food shows. Didn't dial. Answered the question, "Where is Dad and when is he coming home?", with "I'm not sure, dear. Let's watch this cupcake show..." Didn't dial. Received a call at 9:30 - did we need anything, milk?, bread? and "I'll be home soon."
No crazymaking last night.
I proved to myself that I am at least strong enough to NOT. DIAL.
It's the small steps...
