So glad to hear you're getting the support you need and deserve, Mary.Send your husband my way when he's done, okay?
I can't play videos or audio, either...but I think I know the song. It is pretty catchy. And by the way, AJ, I was disappointed by this post... that title had me pretty excited. Ah ha ha ha ha!
I just wanted to answer the question in your blog post title: ME! For the record, I've never noticed you over using any word.
I hate mice. With a passion. I freak out if there is one in our house (which happens frequently because we also live in the country). I was a big fan of the show, "Six Feet Under" and loved the quote from Ruth: "Mice are dirty. They deserve to die."
Sounds like a good one!I'll have to check it out. By the way... can I use the term, "quirky screw up" to describe myself from now on?
This might be my most favorite post from you ever.
This is the first time I've visited you here on MyBloggers...glad I stopped by. I'm sure I don't have to tell you why this struck a particular cord in me. Thanks for sharing it and raising awareness. I'm only a bit confused as to why it didn't meet the criteria for emotional abuse.Perhaps for that to be the case, it would had to have been done repeatedly? And who has the unfortunate job of determining how much is too much emotional abuse...from a trusted teacher, at that.
Thanks for the updates.Good brings out good, indeed.
Awww...you have trouble sleeping if she doesn't want to stay next to you? That's one of the sweetest things I've ever heard.Glad it turned out okay.
If it makes you feel any better, it's not a holiday weekend for us (ours was the previous weekend) and I had to work all weekend, too, and Emma is sick and the weather was beautiful but we couldn't enjoy it and now it's rainy AGAIN!Hope you're feeling 100% soon.
Oh boy! That would be scary for everyone! There's a little boy in Kate's kindergarten class who is autistic who also suffers from frequent seizures. Kate tells me that Jacob, "just starts jigglin'". The key seems to be caring people who know how to respond.
When we let things out, we release them and make room for the goodness. I think that blogging is a wonderful place to "whine". And for the record, if you're whiney, then I'm a brat.
Awesome, Mary!And just what you all needed.
POP THE PON! POP THE PON! POP THE PON!Okay, that white board actually made me want to cry...