The title is the little ditty that I sing to my Booger Face to get her to dance when she stands up. If you sing or she sees you dance she does this little dance. I didn't believe it at first but as a parents duty you must experiment with your child and make them do things they don't realize are humiliating until later on in life. The best is when she is holding on to the bars of the gate and scenes of "Chicago" pass through my mind. Snot Nose on the other had has decided that he is not red spider-man or black spider-man or even Peter Parker (yes he refers to himself as Peter Parker, first and last name always) but now he is Damien the Green Gobb-o-lin. And he has also decided that he can fly. He jumps from table to couch to floor. You can only imagine what I'm doing.
Had a bad week mentally. I won't get in to specifics but it was a lot of awful thoughts, a lot of anger and a lot of bitching at my poor husband. My therapy is going well and my therapist is giving me some workbooks to help control my intrusive thoughts and anger. However, she did mention that once I finish breastfeeding I should really consider medication. I don't know how to take that but I agree. Every thing feeds everything else and you can't tell which came first the chicken or the egg. I ache for nights of full rest and laid back days. I just can't stand being this person any more because it's just not me. I know exactly who I want to be when I grow up but I'm having a hard time getting there. If or when I do go on medication I hope they give me something good!
R2 and T Funnies
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