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Daily Archives: July 18, 2016

I Hear They Even Have the Kind Where You Sleep Over

I love my children. I love my children. I love my children. Do you like my new mantra? I find myself chanting it silently, in my head, in the times I need to, you know, recenter. Calm down. It helps me stay patient when the kids are telling me they’re bored (again). Or when they’re asking me for things, one right after the other. Snacks. Something to do. TV. Playdates. Pool dates. Movies. More TV. Personal entertainment. Cruise ship program directing. I told them this morning that I don’t think they actually talk to me anymore unless they’re asking for something. Saoirse apologized for doing so. Quinlan asked me for a snack.  I love my children. I love my children. I love my children. Cian is still potty training. The poop thing, he’s got. He goes every day. He’ll even declare his intentions before he heads into the bathroom. He’ll poop in any restroom, anywhere, anytime. He’s the happiest pooper in the East. It’s awesome. It’s the peeing thing we’re having trouble with, and I mean major trouble…