T. G. I. F.

TGIF= Thank goodness it's Friday. So that I can be DEAD tired from the rest of the week. And so I can have my kids come home after a half-day here (each Friday in Motown, school is out at 1 pm). TGIF so I can watch other people's kids. That one I really AM thankful for-- I've really missed having a dayhome, and although it's only one or two kids every week or so, it's something that brings me a bit of "me" again... the me before "Motown Me."

TGIF= The Gift I Favour. Mother's Day is three days away. I thought I'd give a heads-up into what I want the most! ;) Well, who are we kidding-- I want a LOT of things! Nothing really that earth-shattering.... you know-- a computer that doesn't have viruses. A house that magically renovates itself. Kids that don't fight or cry or yell or make messes. But mostly? Yes, mostly I want these!!!!! Maybe not pink, but then again-! In actuality, I've thought a LOT about these, but still can't bring myself to do it. They so dang ugly. I love me a Sketcher, but this is a bit outta my comfort range.

TGIF= Totally Gorging. I'm Fat!! I am glad the show is over for another reason-- I can start running at nights again. I know it's better for me to run in the mornings, but, frankly, I watch Mimi all day, and my nighttime runs relax me and help me wind-down from the daily chores. I haven't started running again, like I thought I would this week. But hopefully the next few days do NOT include the massive amounts of snow and I won't have to wear parkas and mukluks just to run around town.

TGIF= The Guy I Fondle. haha.

TGIF= The Goal Is Forever. Being married takes work-- that's not news to anyone. But this marriage, albeit new, has so many 'olds' in it, that we're working on making the 'olds' part of our "new", all the while, ditching others. It's a delicate balancing act to ask the questions that are bothering you, but to ask them in ways that don't offend or fear the other person. When Will or I are afraid of our pasts coming back to hurt us, oftentimes we instill that fear into the other person, just by saying those thoughts. It's really hard to be able to balance the right amount of therapeutical talk with things that just should never be said. Our fears over adultery and faithfulness sometimes drive our conversations into dangerous territory of "what ifs" and "would you evers". They stop immediately, because I firmly believe, in learning from my last marriage, that true love doesn't have time for "what ifs" or "would you evers". I had wayyyy too many of those talks with Chris, and, maybe there's some truth to The Secret, in The Law of Attraction being justifiably proven. When you are really, surely, honestly in love, there doesn't need to be those talks, because in reality, you both know it's not going to happen. Perfect love casteth out fear.