Courtney is 2, she is super "mature" for her age and talks a mile a minute. She talks to everyone about everything, and because she is so tall and advanced with speaking, people think they need to engage in a real conversation with her. It's quite funny actually.
Well, she is ready to be potty trained and as I have learned with other children, I hate potty training. She tells me before she goes in her diaper by saying "there's something in my bum." she keeps her diaper dry a lot and then well try to sit on the toilet and she actually goes. So she is ready. I've been putting it off for months now with the move and all. Well yesterday was the day. I re-read my 3 day potty training, bought panties, bought the juice, and marked the days off... Until I woke up. I was so sick yesterday that it all got put on hold. Now I don't think I will be able to do it till the new year! Lame.
I also was scheduled to go in and complete one of my classes this week with night school. So, I spent the day trying to recovery enough to go to class. It worked, and after laying in bed from 7am-5pm I felt ok to go to class. But I am soo out of the classroom mode! And can I say, I hate classroom talkers? The ones who talk along with the teacher, trying to say things before they do, or asking questions to try to make themselves look smarter than the rest of us. Ug. I hate that. Just listen. Don't talk.
But in getting sick, I re-learned that I have the best sister ever. She took my two kids so I could throw up (grow up as Courtney calls it) without worrying about the 2 insanely crazy nutsos I have roaming around my house. Seriously, don't know what I would do without her!
So note to self, stop getting sick. Note to kid in my class, stop quiet talking over the teacher. Note to Courtney, stop growing up. And note to sister, you are the bomb.