Sweet Saturdays

My husband and I have started a game/routine/custom/ we call Sweet Saturday. Sweet Saturday is this: We do not speak of negative things nor do we speak in a negative way. We have Sunday through Friday to vent, kvetch, crab, criticize, lament, woe, offend or be offended.

Saturday is now a relief for both of us. We each catch ourselves or each other slipping into the world of negatives from time to time, a simple hey we can't talk like this, it's Sweet Saturday, stops us. The name Sweet Saturday is so insipid, it helps to keep positive thoughts swirling around us. We seem to laugh a lot on Saturdays now. Also, we tolerate the other's crabbing during the week much better. I've even found that some of Sweet Saturday lingers on to Sunday morning...

Driving home from breakfast this morning, the car in front of us was slowing up for no reason, weaving, not going when the light turned green. He would have elicited a comment like "asshole!" from my dear husband on any other day, but today he just grinned with gritted ( is gritted even a word??) teeth, but nonetheless...grinned.

Usually when we're in the car together it doesn't take long before we have our first confirmed sighting of an asshole. Today was no different, except we kept our pact of being a little more forgiving, generous, tolerant, peaceful and happy. You can force yourself to do this and it really does work goddamit! (I mean gosh golly!)