We'll gat Cash to leave the kiddos with someone for a weekend and GO DRINKIN!
This isn't hard to do.
Owen's just getting started with the whole potty training thing. We went out to drop some stuff off for a friend and when we came home, he ran through the house, shed his coat and ran directly into the bathroom. Even though I've never tried to sit him on the adult toilet, he immediately crawled up onto the big seat all by himself with no hesitation.
And without taking his pants off.
He totally sank through the hole in the seat and completely soaked his clothes, all the while saying, "Sit on the potty!"
He totally sank through the hole in the seat and completely soaked his clothes, all the while saying, "Sit on the potty!"
::tries to hide snuffling laughter
He's got it half right, anyway!! GO OWEN sitting on the big potty!! WOoHooo!!!
I talked to one of my BFFs back in Connecticut on my way to work this morning. She has a 1-year-old and a 3-year-old. Both boys. The older with hemophilia (but who is also a total bruiser). To say she has her hands full is an understatement.
Anyway, apart from a wonderful conversation, I got a couple of great sound bites. My favorite was "Isaac, please don't hit Mommy with the magic wand."
Yesterday sucked, and today doesn't look to be much better. I'm pretty sure I'm getting a cold -- I have that telltale not-quite-scratchy-yet-there's-something-there feeling in my throat, and my tongue hurts (no, really -- that's always my first warning sign that germs are encroaching), and I keep sneezing.
Haven't sent resignation e-mail yet, because I wanted to let it sit for a day to see if I could distill it down into a coldly dispassionate kiss-off. Versus the rage blackout of yesterday. But I *am* going to send it.
The Boy read Group President's comments about me "taking liberties" with editing as an attempt to make a comparison about how he (President) doesn't like me editing his stuff but accepts it anyway, and therefore I don't have to *like* criticism about the newsletter design but I have to accept it anyway.
I told The Boy that he always tries to think the best of people, and I love that about him, but that I was still going to resign. And The Boy said, "Oh, I know you are, and I support you. I just thought I'd throw out another perspective. It's still a lousy situation."
And then The Boy said "Whenever I have to deal with [Group President] on a project, I just go into it assuming that he's going to reject all my suggestions."
I told The Boy that I can't function that way. That's child-of-an-alcoholic thinking, and *I* used to think like that my entire life, up until about a year or 2 ago. But mental health is a tenacious motherfucker, and it won't let me go back to that way of thinking, and so I *refuse* to go into every situation with [Group President] expecting to get bitchslapped.
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I think my next tagline will have to be "mental health is a tenacious motherfucker."
Wow Tep, that sounds so
healthy.
Go you! And go boy with the being supportive.
mental health is a tenacious motherfucker
Therapists need to adopt this as a slogan.
My favorite was "Isaac, please don't hit Mommy with the magic wand."
That's BRILLIANT, as Ron would say. I can't imagine what someone gleans from my side of the phone conversations sometimes but I hope they can get gems like that.
Teppy, I hope you can keep the cold at bay.
Go Team Healthy Tep! That's awesome.
