Fighting, but not the kung fu kind

[theatokos]

As much as I hate fighting, mainly because I don't deal well with being angry and I turn into a mean, snide bitch, I find it helpful, cathartic, and quite productive. Adam and I spent most of the day in snit, with two blow outs in between. At the end of the day, we were exhausted but had worked out some hidden resentments and I had some flashes of insight into myself.

This morning I feel a little hung over from the intensity of yesterday, but it's fresh beautiful morning, Bennett is extra cute, and the day is chock full of goodness: play group, grocery shopping, a trip to the library, a visit to the Welsh-language day care (we're hoping to put B in for two half-days a week) and amazing lentil soup leftovers for dinner.