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Monday, June 15, 2009

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree

Someone asked me if I learned to be a nag from my mom.

I told that someone that my mom isn't a nag. My mom is straight-forward.

There were those times in Jr High she thought I was going around with boys when in reality, I'd never even kissed a boy. Also, she thought I was anorexic and smoking. Neither were true at the time or now.

She never nagged me about it though. She just asked. When I was 14 she told me she was too young to be a grandmother. I laughed. Here we are 11 years later and she still isn't a grandmother (she's still too young).

I try to watch my tone and my words around Kev. He does so much for our Pink House that I try not to make him feel like I'm never satisfied. I thanked him about 100 times on Friday because he mowed the lawn. And yesterday he fixed a door knob that broke (again) and I thanked him for that too. We even made a list of things that we can do together this week to make small but necessary improvements on the PH.

But when he tracks mud onto the front carpet and 5 minutes later accidentally sprays weed killer on the living room chair, isn't it okay for me to address the situation by telling him he'd better clean it up himself?

3 comments:

  1. LIV! I have your garden plans. Can you facebook me your email address so that I can send you the document? Thanks!

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  2. Caleb complains that I nag him, and maybe I do. I always retort with something like, I would LOVE to not have to ask you a million times to do something, or, I would LOVE to not have to remind you to hang up your towel instead of leaving it on the bed....

    Sigh. :)

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  3. um ya. I don't think you're a nag either Liv. I just can't picture it no matter how I try.

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