Choose Wisely

Pop Quiz! Can you identify the correct bottle for washing your laundry?? I'll wait...........................….................................................................................

Confession time! I've been using the blue bottle for like months now! According to Mike (aka smart pants) it's color safe bleach but NOWHERE on the package does it say so! I know the big red jug on the right is detergent but I thought the small blue bottle was ALSO detergent and I've been pouring it on every load I run. (I run like 1 load for Mikes every 10. I have way more underpants than he does obviously). Mike insisted that the clothes didn't get clean when I washed them and I just figured that was his way of volunteerism to do ALL of our laundry. But then we realized I was using the wrong stuff. I'm posting this picture because I encourage, no - implore- you to tell me which bottle you'd use on a load of colors. I'm not dummy enough to use the bleach - that's labeled by the way BLEACH. I thought I was using generic store range detergent. Am I crazy?

You know when

You know your 2-year old is sick when she gets down from her chair at dinnertime. She doesn't want to eat her favorite Mac and cheese. So she walks over and puts her head in her mommys lap. You know she's sick when she doesn't want to watch Scooby Doo. She asks to take a bath. But when you pour the lukewarm bath she just sits there and looks pitiful. You know she's sick when you take off her clothes and the body heat from her fever just emanates off her tiny body and soft, smooth skin. Then she won't have enough energy to choose her book. So she'll just nod her head 'no' until you find some that sounds good ("Where Do Kisses Come From" and "Mommy Mine". ) She lays on your chest and turns her little head to the side so she can see the pictures. You know she's sick when she asks for 'mommy milk' and falls asleep within seconds of latching on. You pop her off and she just lays on your breast like a pillow. You put her in her crib and she doesn't even notice or complain that her baby Ariel isn't in her bed. You find it downstairs and place it in her bed. She's still hot but passed out. You accidentally wake her up a bit touching every part of her from her toes to her forehead. She looks up confused. Sees its you, her mama and smiles. Lays her head down and goes back to sleep.

God bless you little Evie. Feel better in the morning.

Don Draper is a Tiger

Mike and I have been obsessed with this new show, Mad Men, have you heard of it? Just kidding, we realize we're like 6 years late to this party. We have Netflix streaming on our TV and instead of the shitty movies they feature we thought we'd dig in to a new show. In the last week we've watched the full first seasion and are halfway through the second. I love watching it, I could look at it without the sound on. The set design and costuming is perfect. Obviously, Jon Hamm is great. He used to not-work at The Blue Note, a live music venue in Columbia, where I worked through undergrad. Here's a good article about CoMo "back in the day". He was long gone by the time I started as the Box Office girl, but man that would have been cool!

I finished my last day at Safe Connections this week. The end of an era. A ton of folks from work took me out to lunch and I got a bunch of sweet cards that made me tear up. After seeing my last three clients (2 of whom I'm fortunate enough to see in private practice!) I stood at my doorway and looked at my empty office. Lamp in hand, drawers emptied, papers filed. I had a moment. And that moment consisted of me bawling my eyes out.

But now I'm solely self-employed and 100% in charge of my schedule and I lurve it! This week has felt just as busy, almost busier, than a full-time work week. Still have shopping to do to get my office organized. Fitting in clients and supervisees here and there. Scheduling lunches and coffees to get the networking going. Feels good.

OH! And BIG NEWS. Evie went poo poo on the potty TWICE today! We've been putting her on the potty seat as soon as she wakes up in the morning and after naptime and before bed for a full week now. She gets an M&M for just sitting there. It's a good gig. Well today she kept getting off and looking in the pot and sitting back on it. Over and over. She wasn't fussy about it. Perfectly happy sitting and standing on the potty while sucking on her blue M&M. I went over to pull her pants up and she had laid a huge poop! The whole house danced and sang "Poo Poo in the POTTY!" over and over again. Fun times.

The final countdown

Tomorrow is my last day of regular, full-time, salaried employment. All those things I regularly put off doing like HAVE to be done tomorrow. My office is all packed, which makes me kinda sad. My paperwork is (mostly) done. Ts are crossed and I's are dotted. Quitting time is near.

My last staff meeting was last week. I intended on making an impersonal, generic farewell to the staff as a whole, knowing I had full intentions of saying goodbye to anyone that mattered to me in person later. What I didn't expect we to have a full on Oprah 'ugly cry' in front of the ED, my staff and interns alike. Awkward... Ah well, we're mostly all therapists so it was a safe space to sob like a lil baby.

Tomorrow some folks are talking me out to lunch at Joey Bs. Then I'll have three back to back clients and probably be the last one out of the building tomorrow night. Man. It still doesn't feel real.

Anyone wanna do lunch? My schedule just opened wide up.