Moss - Thanks, but no skillet needed!
Last Saturday (the day after I posted that awesome blog - thanks to all of you who commented, btw! It helped a lot!) Aaron and I got some not so great news about his mom. She has some serious mental health issues that (without going into too much detail) are becoming increasingly difficult to deal with as time goes by. It seems like the only real options that would really help are things no one in the family wants to say... but we are doing the best we can. Well, we got a call saying that she had been staying with one of her sons and his wife and 8 kids, and his wife's grandfather was going to pass soon and the whole family would need to go to Georgia, etc. Someone needed to come pick up Mom and watch her for the week and since we are the only other ones in town...
No problem, right?
Except Mom didn't want to go with us.
Stuff happened, nothing really bad - just stressful. She went back home. And then - Aunt Irma (see previous blogs if you don't know who that is, lol) came to visit, I had a NASTY stomach bug - puking my guts out - NO FUN!
I got all excited because my 2 new belly dancing DVD's came in and my sweet coin scarf/skirt thingy (meh, total noob here).
Aaaaannnnndddd - they still haven't even been watched. Actually, I might pop one in after I blog but I won't be working out to it because at some point today I pulled something MAJOR in my back.
Like - hurts to WALK bad....
I don't know what the flip I did?!?
("I can't go to prison, Roy. They'll rape the FLIP out of me!")
[It's from a show, look up IT Crowd if you're curious.]
Oh, and one more thing that was stressful BUT has been going really well?
So for those of you who don't know, our living situation a couple of years ago was bad - and by bad I mean TERRIBLE. I am ashamed to even admit the state of the home we were living in. We finally got out, but while we were there Bella showed signs she was ready to potty-train, but the bathroom scared her and she wasn't really able to get up and go to the potty whenever. So, she was held back. Developmentally, she stagnated in a lot of areas. It wasn't until we'd moved into a motel and were living in a clean and stable environment that she finally started to really talk and blossom.
Please know that I love my children. As soon as we were able to, we got out of that home. I'm not proud of what I put my kids through though by allowing them to spend even a day in that place. I am blogging this because I need to get things out, and I beg you not to judge me for this. I am already hard enough on myself and have really never forgiven myself for that year of our lives.
What I am trying to get out is that I have tried multiple times over the past year to potty-train this child and I have pulled my hair out each and every time questioning my capabilities as a mother. I cannot tell you what an accomplishment it is to say that she is going potty successfully more often than having accidents. Lol, she is to the point though where she wants to change her panties evertime she goes, lol! Just making sure I am getting use out of that washer and dryer I guess, lol!
Anyway, so yeah.
What a week.
Can I just sleep through next week and wake up on Friday? I like Fridays.