It's still up there, staring at me. Beckoning to me...
My mom called me the other night after reading Part 1 of this series. She thinks I should open it. "Sometimes when you have to remember the good times as good times. You put those slips in there because they were celebrations. That's my two cents."
I've been thinking about it since then. Husband and Sister Nurse are all in favor of dumping all the slips out and sorting them out and having a great laugh. I told them to just go ahead. I think it's still too painful.
Last night I was checking out our intern Facebook page from the master's program, and saw the last slip I put in the jar. I had written it to myself and snapped a quick picture so I could share this little celebration with the other interns. It said "It's not as bad as last year! =)" And then two days later... I was right! It wasn't as bad as last year. It was worse. Way, way worse.
But there are other ideas in there too. Each time Husband hit the nightly number, we wrote it down. Those would be great memories to relive. And I'm sure there are cute things The Little Man did that I put in there. Maybe an awesome recipe or two I could make again.
Should I? Shouldn't I?
My mom called me the other night after reading Part 1 of this series. She thinks I should open it. "Sometimes when you have to remember the good times as good times. You put those slips in there because they were celebrations. That's my two cents."
I've been thinking about it since then. Husband and Sister Nurse are all in favor of dumping all the slips out and sorting them out and having a great laugh. I told them to just go ahead. I think it's still too painful.
Last night I was checking out our intern Facebook page from the master's program, and saw the last slip I put in the jar. I had written it to myself and snapped a quick picture so I could share this little celebration with the other interns. It said "It's not as bad as last year! =)" And then two days later... I was right! It wasn't as bad as last year. It was worse. Way, way worse.
But there are other ideas in there too. Each time Husband hit the nightly number, we wrote it down. Those would be great memories to relive. And I'm sure there are cute things The Little Man did that I put in there. Maybe an awesome recipe or two I could make again.
Should I? Shouldn't I?