We're on the tail end of potty-training the kid. Or so I thought. She pooped her pantsies (what she calls 'em) at the beauty shop today, which was unexpected considering she had to go potty THREE times in the hour we were there. Apparently knowing when she has to go #2 isn't quite mastered yet. It's all so dang disgusting to me. I have often wondered where my motherly-instinct disappeared to during this toilet business.
It takes every ounce of whatever the heck to be encouraging and excited when I am washing turd residue out of Disney Princess panties that I can barely fit my hand into. So I sometimes just throw them in the trash. Like today at the beauty shop.
Seriously though, that's really about all I have to complain about. We are beyond blessed and I wake up every day and can't believe how much I love my life. I feel guilty sometimes that I can't stop smiling and am filled with deep down joy. JOY. Certainly it's based on more the just circumstances. My heart also aches for those I love that are struggling with tragedy and unfortunate circumstances. It seems like cancer is striking everywhere and leaving pain and devastation in its wake. The challenge is to know what to do and say to care for those who are hurting. I think focusing on the doing more than the saying is best.
Laughter is the best medicine really. We love to laugh and that has seen us through some rather dark moments. If you're in need of a chuckle, take a gander over here. I stumbled upon this blog a couple winters ago when I had pneumonia. I was googling "never-ending cough" or something like that and found it in the results. I promise you won't be disappointed.
Happy Friday to ya'll!
