I think the intent was to send it to my girlfriends to wish them a happy St. Patrick's Day, but the details of that time period are a bit fuzzy (massive quantities of pharmaceuticals will do that to a brain). St. Patrick's Day was a big holiday for us girls and was generally spent either working at the local Irish pub for spring break money or consuming massive quantities of green beer. The t-shirt I'm wearing in the photo is actually a hold-over from back then - it was either a freebie or uniform from the bar, but the details of that time period are a bit fuzzy (green beer will do that to a brain). I laughed out loud when I saw the photo, mainly because I look hilarious bald. But it also reminded me that I am in such a different place this year than last. It happens like that - I totally forget where I was and what I was doing just a year ago and then something will sneak up on me and I'll have a visceral memory. The taste in my mouth during chemo, the funny smell I couldn't get out of my nose, the weird buzz in my head I couldn't shake.
For the most part I'm in full time Mom-mode, chasing after the kids and plugging away at my photography business. And the number one item on my priority list right now is potty training Riley. I was really hoping that we would wake up one morning and she would just decide to do it and that would be it. Not so much. We'll have a couple of good days and I'll start seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, and then she'll go right back to pooping her pants. The other day I thought to myself, "I have a college degree and I am now spending my days following a small person around the house while constantly asking her if she needs to poop." I feel very much like we have come so far in the past year, and yet are still hovering in that place of daily struggle. So, you know, two steps forward, three poops back. Just as it should be.
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"Two steps forward, three poops back." You are the super BEST. Glad you have the hair back!
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