So I was getting Benjamin undressed in the bathroom this morning to put him in the shower and I realized that his diaper was really dry for him being in it all night. Just as I am contemplating the possible reasons for this, he begins to pee. On the floor. In a flash of pure genius, I whisk him up to the toilet and encourage him to complete his business. Which he does! (Side note: it was way cute to see him craning his neck to figure out where his "pee-pee" was going.) Anyway, he finishes up and he toddles off while I clean up the floor. I am lavishing him with praise (positive reinforcement, right?) and smugly thinking to myself, "How awesome that my 18 month old is using the toilet!" when I glance over and see Benjamin peeing all over our bedroom carpet. Apparently, he wasn't actually done. Oops.
My last post was, um...shall we say a bit...depressing? The truth is, I was not in a good place when I wrote that and I hadn't been in quite awhile. After publishing that entry, I stared at it on my computer screen and finally recognized it for what it was...a cry for help. So that same night I emailed some of my closest friends and laid it all out there. Here is a brief excerpt from that email: "I need a friend. I am desperately lonely, so I am reaching out to you ladies. I know that everyone is busy. We all have children, husbands, and homes that need tending, but personally, in my efforts to take care of those precious things, I am losing myself. So I am putting friendship on the priority list and humbly asking you to be my friend...We all need a little help sometimes. I'm finally putting aside my pride and asking for it. I hope to hear from you soon." Then I waited. For some reason I was so nervous about what the responses would be! I think that everyone wo...
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