Micah is still boycotting the toilet. I guess I'll be sending him off to college wearing depends. I know that's extreme, but I really am starting to feel that way. The kid doesn't care if he's pooped or peed in his underwear, he doesn't make any effort to use the toilet/potty on his own, and he couldn't care less about being put on the toilet by an adult or the encouragement and praise he receives if he does go pee or poop. I'm really wanting to just throw in the towel. He's obviously not ready. Bummer.
I've finally got all of my stuff into storage down in Cincinnati. The car is still packed up with the stuff I wanted to bring up here. I'm just too damn lazy to clean it out and sort through it all. I'm just glad I've got that chapter of disaster over with. I'm so sick of moving. I'm so sick of moving. Did I mention that I'm SO sick of moving? Yeah, it's like that.
My mind goes a hundred miles a minute. It gets me into trouble. I have a (bad) knack for underestimating what a pain in the royal ass certain situations turn out to be. It's ridiculous. I always end up screwing myself one way or the other. The one thing I'll not lose sight of is the reason for moving to Cincinnati in the first place. To study mortuary science. This is a bend in the road. History, come August. I hope it's history, anyway.
The kids love their preschool. Micah misses me when I'm gone, but he's my baby. Mason is learning to write his name. There's a chance he will be starting kindergarten in the fall...how hard is THAT to believe? You know what the first thing to come to my mind is? After I think that, I mean? ...That he's going into school and I'm still fat. Got to work on the self-esteem! For real, though...how sad is that? It's sad. Believe that!
I still have my rodent cats, Rigor and Mortis. They stay in the bedroom. They're convinced it's an apartment. It actually looks like a mini-apartment. It's quite an arrangement.
School isn't as easy to concentrate on here and with the kids around. My procrastination and laziness is at an all-time high. Hence, the reason I barely blog anymore. That and the fact that I don't have much to say.
