Thanksgiving is just 8 days away and Christmas is..... well, it's coming soon. I don't want to even check the number because it just completely freaks me out that Christmas is coming and I haven't shopped. I'm still in the brainstorming phase. There is a list and there are plans, but there's no money, so we are going to put in a little more time brainstorming.
To those of you who are done holiday shopping, I have two things to say.....
#1 - I am sincerely impressed and jealous of your ability to plan, execute and complete a yearly task that, for most people, evokes the desire to get hammered instead.
#2 - Also, f**k you. I say that with love.
On to other things....
About a year ago we started the potty training process. Again, we were in the brainstorming phase. (We seem to spend an inordinate amount of time doing that.) Potties were purchased, research was done, books were brought home for Allie, pull up diapers were bought, stuff was happening. I spoke with parents and got advice and took notes.
One thing that I kept hearing and reading was, "She will do it when she's ready." But did I believe that? Nooooo.
After all, I was hearing stories about parents who were able to potty train their kids in a week or a weekend or even overnight. These kids just caught right on and did it. Poised and precise pee-ers and poopers.
But many of them were doing it because they couldn't send their kids to preschool unless they were out of diapers or they were just tired of changing diapers and felt their kids were ready. I was really sympathetic to the first group, since a lot of people don't have a choice. They need to send their kids to school and have no choice but to give a crash course in potty protocol.
Allie was intrigued by the whole process, but she wasn't committed to this new way of life. If you've been reading this blog, you've seen how seriously she has been taking this so far. (See It's My Potty And I'll Try If I Want To ) That potty seat spent more time on her head than under her tushy. It was both entertaining and discouraging.
However, through it all, I kept going back to that one statement. "She will do it when she's ready."
And she did!
Mind you, she hasn't quite mastered it yet, but she's super close.
Out of nowhere she started telling us she was going to use the bathroom. She even began asking for "Privacy please" as she shut the door in our faces. Every day she spent more and more time in her "big girl underpants". I don't know what motivated her, but I'm not going to question it. I don't want to jinx it again. We were thisclose to being potty trained in May and she totally regressed, so I know first hand that anything can happen!
I'm so proud of her. I never thought I could be so thrilled about someone using a toilet, but I am. There's practically a parade going through my house every time it happens.
Before I go, I have to get something else off my chest. (Pun totally intended.)
My boobs are falling.
Yes, you read that right. And I hate to be a downer bringing this up, but I need support right now (again, pun intended).
I know this has been a work in progress for a few years now, but it only really hit me today. And I'm shocked, to be honest. I thought I was cheating the system.
As a teenager, I slept with a bra on because I never wanted droopy boobs. As an adult, I spent a fortune on bras. The past few years, I've bought top of the line sports bras to wear while I'm working. And what do I get in return? Floppy breasts. Gee, thanks.
The moral of this story? You can't beat nature. The aging process stops for no one. Not even Joan Rivers or Lara Flynn Boyle. They THINK they are winning, but we all see how damn scary they actually look while trying to look "young". Wrinkle free does not mean ageless, peeps!
If you are young and have big breasts, your boobies will be sagging too one day. So enjoy them while you can. And start saving for quality lingerie. Because you're going to need it if you want to make it look like they're still perky at 40. Or you can get "breast augmentation surgery". Either way, start saving your dollars.
Enjoy the second half of your week, friends!
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