10 July 2012

Tuesday's 10.

I haven't done a Tuesday's 10 for awhile; I think that it's time for another one.

Truths. Admissions of guilt.

1. I haven't learned to edit before posting my thoughts and feelings.  And, I don't mean editing my grammar or words; I mean that I haven't yet learned to think before speaking.  I have a tendency to say what I mean but it comes out completely wrong.

2. It's less than 60 days until we PCS and I have NOTHING prepared. I know that the household goods (HHG) are taken care of by the movers, but, I haven't prepped for the movers.

3. I am pretty angry at a friend.  A friend that I love dearly and would lay down my life for.  A friend that I nearly lost today.  A friend who is pretty angry at me, too. Hurt, hurt and more hurt.  And look where we are.  Thousands of miles and an ocean apart.  It's been a challenge to our friendship.

4. I hope that we can find forgiveness.  This friend and I.  I hope that we can see that what we have is stronger than the hurt we're feeling.  And, it's not just about me or her.  It's about us.

5. I miss my baby girl, A, like crazy.  My heart aches when she's gone.  I know that this is time that she desperately needs.  It's time that she relishes and so does her dad.  And that makes me very happy.

6. I'm not ready for Lo to potty-train.   I am, but, I'm not.  It means that she's growing up.  And, it's like I'm losing my baby.  But, I'm gaining a big girl.

7. Sometimes the truth is easier to speak when hidden behind a computer screen.

8. I'm tired of being a grown-up.  I'd like to switch roles with my kidlets for just one day.  That thought makes me appreciate my Mom even more than I already do.  She made this SAHM stuff look really easy.  And she had FIVE of us to deal with.

9. Not a day goes by when I don't think about my Dad in some capacity.  I'd like to think that my grieving period is over but I wonder if it's really just beginning.

10. You can't stop LOVE.  I hope that my friend remembers that.  I do.  And I'm sorry for the hurt I've caused her, but, not once have I stopped loving her.

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