Happy Friday!

It’s finally starting to feel like Fall and I for one couldn’t be happier.

Happy Friday everyone! Hope everyone has a lovely, chilly weekend and a spook-tacular Friday the 13th 👻.

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Hypothetically Speaking, Can Bad Luck Carry Foward to a New Week?

Mondays aren’t exactly the most beloved of days, in fact some would argue that they’re the least-looked-forward-to day of the week. I get it of course, Monday signals the end of the weekend and back to the daily grind of work or school or both for most people and that sucks.

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Sometimes though, Monday can be a good thing. For instance, if you were perhaps (hypothetically) having a really really bad week, than a Monday would signal the end of that week and the hope of a better week to come, right? So if, hypothetically speaking, someone had managed to cut herself badly while dicing tomatoes…


… and than a few days later managed to sprain her foot bad enough to warrant an x-Ray…

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…then the end of the week would mean no more bad luck, right? I know they say bad news/luck comes in 3s, but if it’s Monday, than that streak of unfortunate events can’t carry forward to the new week, right?

Right?

Hypothetically speaking of course.

 

 

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A Big Fat Mess

Riddle me this dear readers: what happens when you try to wean your 2 year old off of something she’s unwilling to let go off while functioning on too little sleep? Success? Accolades? Mommy of the year awards? Or a big fat mess?

If you guessed that last one, than congratulations, you guessed right!

As some of you might know, Lilly will be 3 in November and is going to be starting Montessori in a few short weeks. Flipping through her school forms a few weeks ago I nearly snorted my coffee when I saw a tiny little phrase I must have missed the first time I read the forms: children must be toilet trained to enter school.


Crap.

So after a few hours of freaking out, yelling at my (confused) husband that this was somehow all his fault, freaking out some more and hyperventilating, I decided that it was time to get this toilet training thing done and done right now. Out went all the pull-ups and diapers, drawers were filled with brand new underwear and this mommy went into lockdown with a not-so-excited toddler.

It’s been a few weeks since that coffee-snorting day and I think we’re 90% done, which is awesome! We still use pull-ups for sleeping and experience a few accidents here and there, but over all I’d call it a successful campaign. 

So you could say that things were going pretty well indeed. That is until I got lazy and forgot to put the pull-up on Lilly Friday night.

Nope, that did not turn out that great. We woke up bright and early this Saturday morning to find Lilly sleeping in our bed, which isn’t all that unusual since she can climb in and out of her toddler bed quite easily. No, the unusual thing was the amount of wetness in said bed.

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Damn it.

Apparently, Lilly had a little accident in her bed during the night and instead of waking us up or making a ruckus, she simply got up and dragged her dripping wet self into our bed.

Perfect.

So not only did I have to wash and sanitize Lilly’s bed and bedsheets, but also our bedsheets, blankets, mattress protector, comforter and assorted pillows. Apparently we sleep with a whole lot more stuff on our bed than I ever realized. 

And that folks is why you should never, ever forget the night time diapers when attempting to potty train a 2.5 year old. Life is too short to waste Saturday mornings laundering half your bedroom.

Weekends are Meant For…

… Mornings spend in pjs testing out our new coloring pencils. A rare moment of peace and quiet before the hustle and bustle of the day begins. 

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Lazy Sunday? What Lazy Sunday? 

Sundays are meant to be lazy, it’s practically sacrilege to attempt productivity on a Sunday! It’s the one day of the week when you don’t have to feel guilty about procrastinating so why not procrastinate?

Unless of course this Sunday happens to be the first day of a trade show your husband is exhibiting at and you can’t possibly leave him to try to do it all by himself. In that case, your plans to do nothing at all get replaced by a whole lot of doing very very quickly.

So good bye procrastination, good bye lazy Sunday, and hello trade show! 

Wish us luck! 

The Girl Next Door

In the apartment next door there lives a young girl, maybe 15 or 16 years old. I’ve never actually met her, but on lazy weekend afternoons or quiet weekday evenings, I can hear her singing through the thin walk that separates her place from mine and she has the loveliest voice I’ve ever heard. 

I don’t know her name, but sometimes when I’m feeling frustrated or overwhelmed in the middle of a busy day, I hear her singing  in that lilting voice of hers and it makes me smile and it reminds me that sometimes you really do find beauty in unexpected places.

Weekend Coffee Share: Of Books, Birthdays and Balderdash

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I know, I know, it’s Monday and therefore by definition NOT the weekend, but what is a girl to do? There are after all only so many minutes in a day and this weekend has been busy busy busy! Which is why this weekend coffee share is technically being posted on a day which is NOT the weekend (no matter how much we may collectively wish that it was still the weekend). If you want to hear all about it, than pull up a chair and I’ll pour you a cup of coffee..

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If we were having coffee right now, I would tell you..

I finally managed to get my hands on the second instalment in Ransom Higgs fascinating series about some very peculiar children.

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After I finished the first book in the ‘Miss Peregrine’s home for peculiar children’ series, I couldn’t wait to buy and start reading the second one but of course life intervened so it’s only now that I managed to run out and buy the darn thing and I can’t wait to devour it and get started on the third (and last) book. Is it just me or does everyone end up binge reading the second book in a trilogy because it feels like a bridge between the start (first book) and the finish (last book) and you want to get to the finish line quickly?

No? Just me?

Oh well, either way, I foresee a few late nights spend comfortable with my new book and a few early mornings wondering why I thought I could survive on 4 hours of sleep.

If we were having coffee right now, I would tell you…

This Saturday was a very special day for me, though I couldn’t really decide at first if it was a good special or a bad special.

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After all, turning 30 is nothing to be sneezed at. 30 seems like such a big number but I think I’ve come to terms with the idea of it, at least for now. It obviously helped that I had an absolutely awesome birthday party with all my friends there and got the best birthday presents as well! There’s something to be said about birthdays though: no matter how old you get, you’re never too old to enjoy receiving presents 🙂

If we were having coffee right now, I would tell you…

Talking of getting older and reaching milestones, Lilly seems to be growing up faster than I would like what with having her very own likes and dislikes, her own ideas of what she should be doing instead of eating breakfast or what shoes she has to be wearing to even consider leaving the house, her way of understanding whatever conversation is happening around her and speaking her very own version of the English language. I swear sometimes it feels as if she’s speaking another language, one with full sentences and grammar and inference and everything, but one I’m apparently not fluent in. I mean, how am I supposed to understand that ‘rabbih bot’ means ‘rabbit book’ and the wailing toddler refusing to sleep is simply informing me that she wants me to read her the book with the rabbits in it? Or that ‘chi chi’ means cracker and that’s why she keeps pushing away her grapes?

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pictured: utter balderdash!

Sheesh. Nobody ever told me child rearing involved getting certification in another language, especially not in a language that keeps shifting and evolving so that the same words don’t mean the same thing from one day to the next! Utter balderdash!

Ah well, maybe I can get a job as a translator after this gig is over.

How was your weekend? What did you do this past week? What adventures did YOU go on?