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Me Time

I woke up at 5:30 this morning.  I just couldn't get back to sleep.  At times like that, I always seem to have an internal dialog going (a result of keeping a diary and then a blog for many years) and I start laying out in my head what I would write as a new entry...
It's been years since I've kept a regular blog (unless you count my 'book talk entires' which speak for themselves.  Since becoming a mother, I just haven't had the time to blog.  My son is 2 1/2 now and I miss being able to write down my feelings and sending them out into cyberspace.  It's therapeutic to get your thoughts out and unload what ever is weighing you down. With that in mind, I decided to re-start my blog.  I'm debating on whether or not to include the posts from my old blog, but time will tell.
So this morning, I snuck out of the bedroom (leaving my husband and toddler asleep in the bed) to have a little 'me time'.  Coffee in silence is a rare occurrence when you have a toddler. Unfortunately, I forgot about my two needy cats (who have become last on the list of attention-getters these days). So, my 'me time' ended up being me and two cats time.  One silently stalked me while the other did it at the top of his lungs.  Even as I type, he is trying to force his way on to my lap...
My son woke up since I started this new post.  I got to have one cup of coffee on my own (not counting my attention seeking cats) before he got up and my potty training day began.  My days have been consumed by potty training for the last 7 days.  We haven't left the house.  All we do is wait for the next potty related incident to occur.  My little man is fighting change (he takes after his mom in that way), but he's easing in to it more each day.  I'm hoping by Friday he will be doing well enough to go to nursery school so I can have a bit more 'me time'...

Comments

Anonymous said…
Oh you made me giggle about the potty training...I know, not so funny for you but one day you will be able to giggle at others.
Christie
Erren said…
I'm glad to give you a giggle Christie. This week has been both frustrating and adorable! He's such a little joy!

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