Has anyone ever read this book AND tried the method on a child?
Does it work?
I ask because this weekend I plan to implement the plan and I’m NERVOUS.
I may chicken out.
That is all.
I learned some things, mostly for a second time, during my Girl’s Trip to Chicago. The things I learned weren’t exactly epiphanies since I knew them already … I had just forgotten.
I figured pointing out lessons learned would be more useful to the six of you that read my blog rather than blabbing about the gory details of our trip. No one wants to hear about that anyway. Especially my mother.
Here is an abbreviated list.
1. There IS a “right” way to hail a cab. Screaming “WAIT! WAIT!” whilst running toward it is not the right way.
2. The rule for tipping bellmen is $1 per bag.
3. Sometimes it can be hard to laugh at yourself … but embrace your quirks, and try to see the humor in your own odd behavior. It builds character.
4. The local 7-Eleven probably has whatever it is that you’re looking for.
5. Never travel without band-aids, earplugs, and a flask. Even if you don’t end up needing them, all are good to have on hand.
6. Good friends are a huge gift. People who think you’re fun to hang out with AND accept you (with all your quirks)?! A MIRACLE.
7. Anonymity is awesome.
And as a side note … buying new shoes and wearing them for the first time on a trip is a terrible idea. I was so excited about my Keens and they would have been perfect (in an old lady way), had they not squeezed the life out of my feet.
Nothing a few mimosas couldn’t fix. Cheers!
I’m finally embracing the legging. I really didn’t know what I was missing. They are heavenly — as least as far as comfort is concerned. However, they don’t hold in my fat properly.
Meaning … I jiggle as I walk.
I need to invest in a Spanx/Legging hybrid. I’m sure they are out there. Surely I’m not the only jiggly lady out there who wants to sport some leggings.
Last night my little boy was tossing and turning at 8 pm which is way past his bedtime.
I went into his room to see what was going on. He had removed his diaper and his pajama pants were all bunched up. I changed him and put him in a more comfy pair of jammies.
After that, he climbed back into bed. I smoothed his hair, tucked him in, and lined up his stuffed animals. He said, “Thank you Mama.”
And then, “I love you Mama.”
SO. SWEET.
After days of inactivity, I tried to work out this morning. I got about 10 minutes into my yoga DVD before convincing myself that doing yoga at 5 a.m. is a really bad idea.
What if I pulled something?!
So I quit.
Prayer and coffee.
That is how I am getting through my days lately (will coffee kill off my eggs?!). Husband is working a LOT at his new job, and I’m thankful for how great he’s doing. He’s kicking butt and taking names over there.
But, his continued absence means I am handling the Toddler in all of his tantrumy glory by myself.
I can handle it.
Really. I can. And I do. I just need … a cocktail. Stat.
We are so blessed with so much … I feel like I spend an awful lot of time griping about this or that, without taking the time to say that I’m thankful. I have a GREAT, albeit CRAZY, life.
And now, back to my latte.
My mother thinks that there might be “wackos” who read my blog and may decide to stalk me or my family at some point in the future. This letter is to all the wackos of the world.
Dear Wacko(s),
If you are toying with the idea of following me, standing outside of my house and looking in the windows, or reading my mail … please resist the urge.
I’m wacked enough already.
Thank you,
Harmony
We are heading to Chicago on Friday and I have a lot of prep work to do.
I went to the Galleria yesterday thinking I could easily find some cute shoes that are comfortable to walk in. I got there right at 10:00 when they opened.
I found NOTHING. Everything has already been picked over! I have decided that I want some tall, flat boots. I am hoping to find something I can wear with dresses OR jeans and I’m (hesitantly) thinking about attempting the skinny jeans-tucked-into-boots look … against my better judgment.
This is what I found out: my legs don’t fare well against boots. Period. Meaning, it’s hard to get them all the way on.
And now I’m considering … THIS.