- when I yell at Punkin
- that I feel like sometimes the only way Punkin hears me is if I yell
- that when I make dinner (which is a rarity) I expect applause and cheers and a parade thrown in my honor
- when I make dinner (which is a rarity) but it doesn't turn out how I hoped
- that I'm disorganized and can't seem to hold on to the motivation to do much about it
- that middle school doesn't feel so far away some days when I wonder if people like me
- that this list has become self-indulgent and whiny
I love:
- that I'm married to the most wonderful man in the world
- that Punkin loves to talk and ask questions (even if it is "why?" every 3 seconds)
- Punkin's toes. Seriously, they're the only toes I've ever not thought were completely and utterly disgusting
- that my relationships with my brothers have grown as we've all gotten older
- that I'm actually looking forward to the day my parents move to the same town as me
- that I've been blessed by the friendships of great women from my moms group
- that God is faithful and loves me unconditionally
- that this list makes the first list seem so small
What about you? What makes your lists?
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I hate rain
I hate mud
I hate lectures
I hate cleaning
I love sunshine
I love ice cream
I love watching my dogs run around with wild abandon (outside)
I love summer break with no school
I love when my friend's children remember my name
I love Thursday night TV :-)
i hate how long it took me to say 'i love you' to you
i love the way our relationship has grown
(i hate the fact i used the word 'relationship') ;)
My most favorite post comment ever! Perhaps I will frame it!
I love you!
good food makes me really smile! me yelling at my girls makes me cringe...
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I hate that I use the word "hate" way too often - trying to rid it from my vocab!
I LOVE how my son rubs his hands on my face and says, "hands are for loooooooooooooove." :)
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