this modern love

I had a dream last night that my teeth were falling out and i was worried about how long it would take for my grown up teeth to come in, how i would wait tables with a toothless grin.
I am continuing to work an awful lot. The restaurant is fully booked every night. It's exhausting, exhilarating, frustrating and fun. I had one table make a complaint the other night. It was disappointing because i knew it was going shitty from the moment they sat down and there was no effort on my part that could change that. It just kept getting worse and the women at the table really didn't like me.
The thing is i don't understand people making written complaints instead of just asking for what they need at the time. They'd rather jeopardize a persons employment. Sometimes, sure, it's just really bad service – perhaps then – but, really, aren't we all human? Deserve a second chance? It's the caretaker in me. I want to make everybody i take care of happy and have the best experience possible. When things start going south i am filled with anxiety. I just want to make it all better.
Being married again. Being married again has been wonderful. Wonderful, difficult, passionate, comforting. All the things you would expect. We made an offer on a new home the other day and are waiting to hear back. We are busy packing up two houses, getting one ready to put on the market, all while both working full time, taking care of the kids and trying to carve out time to reconnect and talk.
What might seem like a stressful set of circumstances has been lovely. A chance to work together as a team to build something new. A fresh start. A new home. A family.