I try to cut her some slack. It's this time of year. It's been just over 2 years since our oldest kid died on thanksgiving, and the entire winter season has her down. She called me last night and said she didn't feel like working out, but asked if she could stay at my house with the kids while I was at the gym.
She came back this morning to take our youngest to preschool as I was leaving for work. We didn't say much, but after I left she called me crying. It's a rainy day and it's reminding her of the morning we got the call that Jesse died.