Thank you thank you thank for your sage advice re: Hadley’s potty training relapse. Sage as in “wise,” not the color (though it is one of my favorites).
I don’t think it is a medical issue because she only does it at home or at Grandma’s. And she has gotten worse since I last wrote. A contributing factor could be that we are experiencing an inordinate amount of stress that I’ll get into later. We haven’t disclosed anything to the kids but they’re perceptive little things. Maybe Mommy’s veins that are bulging out of her head are a good indicator.
I am having a professional organizer come over on Monday for a two-hour consultation for my kitchen. I am doing a giveaway on Mile High Mamas in January for a free session with this consultant. And in order to write my review, I need to see her work.
And she will see mine and how my kitchen is a piece of work.
Is it counterproductive to organize your kitchen before the professional organizer comes over?
I dreamt the other night that I was dismayed when she showed up early, only to find me wearing a sexy piece of ling*erie I haven’t been able to fit into since second grade.
Not that I was wearing that kind of thing back then.
But at least I could have fit into it.
And this, my friends, about summarizes my state of mind these days. So, comfort me. What’re you dreaming about these days? And am I the only one who feels like I’m drowning?
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