Forgotten

Today was Thursday.

Today was payday.

I got my pay cheque this morning.

As I always do on payday, I walked to the bank on my lunch break.

I got in line and waited.

I checked my e-mail, facebook and twitter on my iPhone as I waited.

When it was almost my turn, I put the phone away and started to prepare for the teller.

I got my bank card out of my wallet.

I reached back into my purse for the envelope containing my pay cheque.

Nothing.

I looked in my wallet, thinking I had taken it out of the envelope and put it away.

Nothing.

I stuck my hands in my pockets, checking frantically for the missing piece of paper that was needed to pay our mortgage and truck payments.

Still nothing.

Then it hit me.

Damn it.

The pay cheque was still in the envelope, sitting in my locker where I put it when I received it.

I had picked up my purse and my iPhone but not the envelope.

I walked away cursing silently to myself as the teller looked at my and said, "Next Please."

I probably looked as stupid as I felt.

Back to work I rushed.

I wasted my 30 minute lunch break, waiting in line to do nothing.

Well, I guess it wasn't completely wasted.

I did get a little bit of fresh air and exercise.

But that doesn't make me feel any less stupid!

So, after work, I went back to the bank.

This time, I made sure I had my pay cheque in my purse before leaving work.

I swear, I would forget my head if it wasn't attached.

(Not) Potty Training Tuesday #11

Sorry about the lack of a Potty Training Tuesday post last week.  I had good intentions, but it takes more than good intentions to write a coherent post!

As promised, here is an update on my potty training with Liam.  Or as you may have guessed from the title,  how I am not potty training Liam.

I thought that when he started telling me that he had pooped, that we were getting close to ready for potty training.  Then he started to tell me when he had peed in his diaper.  And most recently has come the realization that his used diapers are "eww".  Woo Hoo, potty training time!

WRONG!!!  Liam has absolutely no use for the potty as anything more than a chair.  And that would be fine as a starting off point, except that he refuses to let me take his diaper off to sit on it.

He just has absolutely no interest whatsoever in potty training right now.  I thought that he would see his friends at daycare sitting on the potty and follow along, but no!  I thought that maybe he could be enticed with stickers, but again, no!

I've even tried just taking the diaper off and putting him on the potty.  And let's just say, the temper tantrum was not a pretty sight!

So, we aren't potty training yet.We are in the "asking and talking it up" phase.Every diaper change I ask, "Liam, do you want to sit on the potty?"  Which is always answered with a  "NO!"I remind him one by one of all his friends at daycare who sit on the potty.To each name, he responds "yep."  He knows they all sit on the potty.My final question is always, "Are you going to sit on the potty today?"The response again is always, NO!"I smile and say, "Maybe next time."

What am I going to do about this, you ask?

NOTHING!

There's not a thing I can do about it.  If I force the issue, it is just going to make him mad and more resistant.  And it is going to cause everyone a whole lot of unwanted stress.  I have enough stress in my life without this!

The time will come, and until then, we will keep asking, encouraging and someday, he will sit on the potty!

Dear Blog

I know you are feeling very neglected and unloved right now.  

I am sorry.

I don't mean to neglect you like this.  

You are very important to me.

You are very much needed to help me keep what's left of my sanity.

However, for the past few weeks, I've been dealing with a sick boy as well as battling a sinus cold myself.

Unfortunately, I have not found the button to pause the rest of my life while I deal with these things, so I have found myself more sleep deprived and mental exhausted than usual.

Many times over recent days I've sat down with the intent of writing a blog post only to find that I couldn't even compose a coherent tweet or facebook status.  When I couldn't coherently compost a 140 character thought, it was quite clear that there was no point in even attempting a blog post!

Please, my dear blog, remember that when you are neglected like this, it is for a good reason.  And that I will always come back to you.  (Unless I have been committed to an insane asylum without computer time.)  My sanity depends on my time spent with you.

Love Me.  xoxoxox