Here I go again

I started going to physical therapy again. Which.. I don't know if that's something people do? Go to physical therapy, "graduate" (as they put it), and then end up going back again a few months later. I like to be different.

It's a really good thing I wasn't a jerk when I left, because I'm going to the same place. For.. another symptom related to the same cause. I think. My doctor didn't actually see me after the new symptom started. I just called (kind of freaking out). And he (ya right, it was a nurse) called me back (the next day) to tell me to get my butt back in physical therapy. So.. I did.

The physical therapy office was surprised to see me. I told them the joke was on them for trying to get rid of me so easily. I sort of said that. I said it nicer. Sort of.

Aaannd.. I don't know. It's alright- not as difficult as it was the first time. Some of the same exercises, some new ones. Like.. watching myself walk in a mirror to make sure I'm doing it right. And unless walking correctly is the only thing I'm thinking about (actually saying it to myself sometimes) then I just limp. It's.. weird.

Weird like, if someone told me they weren't able to to do what I'm not able to do.. I'd think they were a big. fat. liar.

And I wouldn't understand. And I'd probably say 'what's you're problem just DO it.'

Actually, I do say that. To myself.

Choleric child

Lily didn't go to school today. Not because she's sick, or was sick, or is getting sick. Not because I'm sick or Jason or Noah. We're all okay (knock on wood). Not because of the weather (although that wind really is starting to pick up now).

Apparently she didn't go because she didn't want to go to the bathroom and (according to Jason) was tired.* So she pitched fits, refused to be moved, and wasn't spurred to action by any threats I made (and oh, believe me, I made them). Basically she decided she wasn't going to school.. and she didn't. She's 4.

I'm so angry that she got away with that. And angry at myself. I made a lot of threats that I didn't follow through with, including that if she didn't use the bathroom and get dressed that I was taking her to school in her pajamas and she could just pee her pants. (Her pajamas were basically regular clothes.. and I'm sure she wouldn't have wet herself at school.. she would have used the toilet eventually. So don't think I'm that mean.) But, she just screamed "NO!" at me- or something, who can remember, she screamed so many things at me this morning.. including that she hated me.

(She actually didn't go to the bathroom until about 2:00. And only because I threatened to throw the muffins she wanted out the window and run them over. She screamed at me some more. But she went to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and peed. Seriously, the threat of running over muffins is what got her? I wish I had known that at 7am.. woulda saved me a lot of trouble.)

Soo.. she's not using her iPad today. And she's not playing video games. Not even when daddy gets home. Of course, when she eventually realized I was serious, that didn't go over too well. And there was more yelling. At me. And crying.

And she didn't even care when I told her that it was WAY more of a punishment for me than it was for her. She just yelled over me. And stood on her head while she did it.

That's true anger.


[* Yes, of course, I very calmly made sure there wasn't something going on at school that was making her not want to go. And THEN she got in trouble for her behavior.]

I voted

I voted today. And it was amazing, just as it always is. I don't know why.. but it is. My vote is just one vote, but so is everyone else's.

I thought about voting this morning.. at like 7am. But I just couldn't bring myself to get up at 6:30am in order to cast my vote (Noah's been killing me with his constant wakings lately- like every 70-80 minutes).

Then I was just going to wait until Jason got home from work. But what if he was late?! I couldn't take the chance. So after Noah had an unexpected nap, Lily, Noah, and I went to vote.

And it actually went alright. Actually, if I'm being honest, it went more than alright. I strapped Noah to my body, had a death grip on Lily's hand- and off we went. She was good. She was really good. Noah was fine. He didn't care. Lily held the enormous voting card, I connected the arrows, she got an "I voted" sticker, and it was over before it had hardly begun.

She attached the "I voted" sticker to my hand. I asked her if she knew what it said- "no." "It says I voted," I told her.
Awesome.
Ya. It is.

Then we went to Target. And our cashier just happened to have an "I voted" sticker on her hand.

ohmaTarget

While searching on the Target website for the St. Jude's Bullseye dog.. I made unbelievable discoveries. Like, uh, Bullseye stickers! A thousand of them! Who in the heck knows what I'd do with them, but.. Bullseye stickers! I love Target.

Theeeen that led to more and more and more. Basically like "secret" employee merchandise I guess. And the piece(s) de resistance..

People my age probably can't get away with such nonsense. Unless of course they are mommys. (I win.) If you are a Target nerd, like myself, whatever you do- don't do a search for 'company store' on their website. Now off to melt my Target card..