I still have my sense of humor, see?

Dear Santa, Heather has been nice *and* naughty this year. But she's put up with a lot of crap so be good to her on Christmas. Your pal, P3.


I told him that I think I should move out after D2's birthday and that if he was willing to sign a 50/50 custody agreement, we wouldn't have to go through lawyers this time, at least not right away.

That took real guts, Heather. I'd like to say I'm proud of you but maybe that's not really a position I'm in right now. Maybe I hope someday you'll be proud of me.


I said "H, this is much your decision as it is mine. I WANT to work this out. Maybe if you would agree to counseling or SOMEthing, we could work through some of these issues we have."

Well said.


And guess what he said? OK!! I about fell out of my seat.

No doubt! I did fall out of my seat! I hope my laptop's okay, or they're gonna be pissed at work...


PLUS, he has an appt, made all on his own, with a ear nose throat doctor about a possible sleeping disorder (Bud, are you reading this?!).

Yes, five or six times now just to make sure I'm reading what I think I'm reading. I'm quite curious to see how that appt turns out. (I hope he feels a little silly when the doc asks if his wife ever notices him gasping for breath in the middle of the night!)


He told me I'm a button pusher. I said, so what. You choose how you react.

Well said. Again.


And before I get too far into it, I'd like to know your take.

I'd say don't look a gift baby step in the mouth, or foot, or whatever. You're not out of the woods by a long way but you're so much better off than you were the day before yesterday, so

Congratulations, Heather!

Should Santa bring H a copy of DR this year?

Good luck!

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