I'd like to think that I make time for my husband and my marriage, but I don't that is an accurate statement. He's in my thoughts for a large portion of my day, however this is a situation where the cliche "It's the thought that counts" does not apply. I call it a cliche because not everyone has the gift of telepathy and therefore it is an erroneous naivety. We try to stay connected with a daily repatoire and a non hostile dialogue. We are not perfect, to say the least, so it's a long term goal. That way we're not driven into maddness from the feeling of failure. Mike (my husband) works at night so we don't really have a regular time where we can talk alone. He gets home when I go to bed and he's still sleeping when I wake up. The rest of the day we're in the presence of the little people who live amongst us. We've managed to get away alone a handful of times the last four years our marriage has been infultrated by children. I hope my comedic tone is translating through the text. Both my kids are wanted and were planned. No accidents or "OOPS!" babies here. I can honestly (and prehaps arrogantly) surmise that I am a good mom. I don't know if I'm the best wife however. God willing I'll get used to this whole marriage thing.
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