Way to kick off this post in a Debbie-Downer fashion. Eh?
Its!Friday!Yay!See?I AM HAPPY!
Last night, I graduated from the 14 week prayer ministry school I've been doing. It was a very challenging time on so many levels, but also a really, really good one. Self-reflection is hard, yo. And it's icky. But? I did it. I've got the certificate to prove it. And? I'm a teensy bit proud of myself for doing it, too.
I fear if I put this on the internet things might change. But, I just have to say it. After SEVEN months of craptacular sleeping....my girl is finally sleeping pretty good. Can I get a big, fat, "AMEN, hallelujah." No, really. It's been so good. I mean, yes---I've got so very used to the waking 2x a night (or more) thing for the past few months that I literally think I could probably do it the rest of my life and function fine. [Hello, death.grip.on.my.coffee.] But, really--it's just nice to lay my head and down, and then be shocked as heck when I wake up and realize I got to stay in my comfy bed all night. Woo to the HOO. Nice. It came in the nick of time too---because I was having a big mom-fail moment this week. God just wanted to surprise me that night and give me the blessing of sleep, I think. You know, as a little encouragement.
While I'm tooting my girls horn. Holy cow--this girl is so very well behaved in public. I hope it lasts. Last night at my graduation service, she was quiet as can be--played around in peoples laps, made eye contact with about as many people as she could get to look at her, flashed them her SUPER CHEESY grin (this isn't her normal smile...its the extra, over, and above REALLYCHEESY smile. Its ridiculously funny, and cute), and was quiet as can be. I mean, at home? She's all "da-da-da (insert HIGHpitchedsqueal!), Na-na-na (insert really cute giggle), Da-da-da." But when we're out? So quiet. So attentive. Like, really? I was proud of her. I just wanna give her a big squeeze for being so ridiculously easy sometimes.
I tried to get the cheesy grin for you. It's a cross between these two--only even cheesier.
And today? A week before all the
food fest holiday fun begins, I'm feeling extra chubby. I hate fat days. You know what they make me do? They make me want to go shopping to find clothes I feel good in. Which is detrimental to my wallet. Also, do you know what the mall looks like a week before Christmas? My closet better throw me a bone, fast.
Have a wonderful weekend, friends.