Welcome to my happily ever after...
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bitch, nag, moan...
One of the things I've always liked about my day is when Carlos came home from work and we share our stories from our day. He tells me how cute the little kids are where he student teaches, I tell him how work went and what I did for lunch.
The other day I was shocked when he got this strange look on his face and said "Why do you complain so much?"
Excuse me? I don't complain that often. Or do I?
I guess I really can be a glass half-empty type rather than a glass half-full. I think it can become a habit to just complain. And not everyone is entitled to my opinion of things every time I have one.
So I'm working on that. I don't jump into my nightly conversation with Carlos by saying "I had such a bad day..." because most likely his day was even worse than mine after student teaching, going to class, and then finally going to work for 5 hours.
So if I can't say anything nice, I'm trying not to say it at all.
It's hard.
12:03 p.m. - 2004-03-10
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