anti-complain

I could complain, because that's human nature, and apparently my nature. And when I come home after a long day and start chugging wine apparently it makes me all bloggy and happy and fuzzy and such.

Instead of complaining, I am choosing to feel lucky. I feel lucky to have a job where I feel respected and am able to pay my bills and have a roof over my head and feed my cat and drink wine and buy a rug now and again. Where I don't have to wake up before dawn and overtime is a rare thing instead of something forced upon me on a regular basis.

I did my first thing that made me feel like a wife today. Chris broke his glasses and I called the eye glasses place in Hawaii to order the replacement so that they would be ready when he got back. Kuz that's the kind of thing wives do for their husbands.

I'm convinced that my recently developed cough & sore throat was cured by near-constant tea sipping today.

My sister bit the bullet and got bangs. And they're SUPER cute. That still doesn't make me feel like I can pull them off, though. I have to remind myself that my bangs will curl.

I'm secretly (not anymore!) scared that Calvin will grow up and not like me. Or worse, not know me. I don't want to be that obscure aunt. Or the aunt he runs away from. I want to be the aunt that always gives him a squeeze and has chocolate and fun toys and books. Chocolate and fun toys and books! What's not to love?? Suzy will no doubt be his favorite aunt when he's older, but I plan to rule his childhood memories. Yes, with candy and toys.

Ugh, I got sweaty today and I kinda smell bad. Time to shower.