Love/Hate

I love cereal for a bedtime snack. I hate PMS.

I love shorter days. I hate waking up when it's still dark outside.

I love rainy days. I hate working on rainy days.

I love teaching. I hate grading huge stacks of papers.

I love eating. I hate cooking. (That's a bit strong, but it works.)

I love reading. I hate when I finish a book too fast.

I love my pajamas. I hate cold feet.

I love watching my shows. I hate talking during them. (H, PLEASE wait for the commercials!)

I love spending sweet time at tea parties. I hate when they are over.

I love reading with M. (There's nothing I hate that goes with that. Oh, wait...) I hate the thought that one day she won't want me to do that anymore. (There ya go.)

I love trick-or-treating. I hate all the junk that we bring home.

I love the hopefullness of each month.
I HATE, HATE, HATE the end of the month when it's painfully obvious we didn't create a new life. I HATE, HATE, HATE PMS.