Honesty....

Someone I knew took responsibility for something they did that was wrong.
My husband says "there is no wrong in doing what is right".
It took a lot of courage to do what this person did.
I am proud to know this person.

On another note, I had a good day with my son.  He's teething right now, and his stitches are bothering him.  So he's not quite the angelic child that I believe he is normally.  Right now he's sort of a terror.  In fact I believe we are hitting the terrible twos early with this one.  He is testing our boundaries every day.  If we say no, he does it 1800 more times just to check if we will follow through every time.  If on the 1799th time we relent on what he is doing, he will begin to use that as his measuring stick.  He will prey on our weakness like a lion hunting an antelope.  Therefore, we have to repeatedly hold our ground be it 8 times or 1800 times.  It's pretty exhausting even just mentally.  So that's been difficult.

Going out to dinner with my husband last night was such a wonderful time.  We felt like we were just dating again.  No problems, out on the town.  Santana Row felt like a different country.  We're so used to having our son with us everywhere we go, and at restaurants that we felt oddly light being without him.  Both eating peacefully, no flying knives or forks or glasses.  No need to scream no over and over and over.  Don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoy the presence of my son in all we do.  And I love him more than anyone could possibly comprehend.  But feeling like a grown up is very nice sometimes.  Having adult conversations can really change your evening.

I hear we're going to have some rainstorms this week, and to be perfectly honest I absolutely can not wait.  I like it to either be warm, (70 degrees Fahrenheit is perfect in my opinion) or raining.  So I'm very excited.  I'm even hoping to elicit some nice loud thunder.  That way I get some hugs from my son.  If he gets a little frightened, I'd love to get one of those hugs.  You may think I'm an awful person, but it's the only time I get a real nice strong hug from my son.  He's so independent and SO busy!!  He's a million miles an hour every day.  He'll walk right off the top of a staircase, run down a steep hill, and superman dive off of a table without as much as a second thought or an "uh oh".  But, hugs are just too much time in his busy little schedule.  So on the very very VERY rare occasion that something scares him, I get a much needed, and much deserved (if I do say so myself) big relentless bear cub hug.  And let me tell you, I just LOVE it!  I'm going to scare the heebeejeebees out of him for the rest of his life so that I can get those hugs!  Except if Nick is around.  He always runs to my husband even if my husband is farther away.  So I just have to scare him when my husband is not around.  That shouldn't be too difficult.  Even when my husband scares him!  He will still run straight to his father.  It's very indicative of their relationship.  I don't blame my son really, because any time I'm scared, I go straight to my husband as well.  I got to him when I'm happy, sad, mad, angry, testy, emotional, cranky... Well you get the point.  I think I've only got one positive emotion on that giant list up there he he.

So honesty.  Is it the best policy?  Is there ever a time when it's not appropriate?  I mean if I really do look fat in an outfit, I don't want my husband to say that.  Is there a way to be positive and honest?  May sometimes we've just got to get a therapist.  I'll ask my therapist what her policy is on honesty and I'll get back to you he he.  Good luck with your week.