Just Lie

Yesterday and today were absolute chaotic days so I didn't have time to think about the continuation of our medical issues. For those wondering, still no word on the results of Tommy's tests but the leg welts are back and ironically there was a note about strep in the classroom in his backpack. Why won't the doctors listen to me?

This is going to be a very short post that is really aimed at the men that read the blog. I have already mentioned in a previous post that I love to have discussions with questions that provoke deep thought out answers. Leo doesn't really love this game. I love when people play along with me. I am going to give you men some advice. When your wife asks you, "When did you first realize you loved me?" or "When did you know that I was the one you wanted to be with forever?" if you don't have an answer, just lie. I promise you that if you come up with a story, your significant other will relish it and appreciate it and will not check whether it is true. At least I wouldn't. A movie that I always enjoy watching is "Housesitter" with Goldie Hawn and Steve Martin. She plays this eccentric woman who tells stories to make her life more interesting and she encourages Steve Martin to do the same to win back a lost love. I, for one, would be impressed if Leo came up with a story for when he knew he loved me.

I think as women we need to feel connected. We need to feel like we matter and that there is a reason why we were chosen over anyone else. Maybe it is because I write romance novels (I use that term loosely because one is finished but really bad because I wrote it when I was in high school and had no clue, one is finished but it is more like 3 books in one and I can't stop editing it or let go of the characters and one is hard to finish because I have been writing scenes instead of straight through) and I write those big moments all the time and I just want to know my own big moments even if Leo has to make them up.