Today is February 2nd (if I have to relive this day I think I am in for a mental break down.) Today started out as a good day! McCovey woke up super early but I cuddled him back to sleep. I woke up on my own and while reaching for my phone knocked my ring off the dresser and still can't find it! Seriously I feel like Donald Duck always says why does this always happen to me. We went to church and I hoped for a better day. Sacrametting when well but then I ran McCovey went to the bathroom before Nursery.
Written two weeks later:
But the little butt head had poohed his pants and it got everywhere including on the diaper bag. He won't stop wiggling. This wouldn't have been a problem but I was teaching. So as I was rushing out of the bathroom crying because I was late and McCovey has the worst timing and I could tell that potty training was starting to go downhill. Eddie met me and was like you don't have to teach if you don't want too. I really wanted to teach so I decided to do it anyway. The shining moment is that the lesson felt like it went fairly well.
When we got home I started to pack for my conference. I packed Covey's
McCovey was up in my grill so I decided to pack my weight blanket so I could make it through my weekend alone. Most people would be excited but I hate being alone. So reals! So my paints were out in the living room because I had been doing laundry. I plu
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