WOOT!
Dearest Husband,
I’m on a housecleaning rampage. Youngest Daughter is snoozing peacefully in her bed - hopefully sleeping off the cold she caught from Oldest Daughter. THAT one is watching “Return to Oz”. Again. I’ve gotten so good at tuning things out that I don’t feel like hearing. It always amazes me that I can sit down to watch a movie with her that I know she’s watched at least six billion times, and I know she’s watched it with me in the room, and yet I know nothing about the movie when I finally watch it. It’s an art.
I’ve been thinking about how much most of us are, at least for awhile, a product of our upbringing.
I’m pretty sure our kids won’t need therapy for feeling unloved. But they might have to go somewhere to work through the “inner nerd” that their wonderful and adoring parents have placed there.
Nothing wrong with nerds. I married you, didn’t I? *kiss*
Your Loving Wife