Wednesday was good. I worked late; handed off the cabinetry specs for the office built-ins to the architect, and went for my haircut and visit with my now pregnant hairstylist/friend Doran.
Doran did not plan to be pregnant either, but was there with me through mine, so I hope I gave her some perspective. She has watched Jax grow, and has given him all of his haircuts.
Doran did not plan to be pregnant either, but was there with me through mine, so I hope I gave her some perspective. She has watched Jax grow, and has given him all of his haircuts.
It was good to talk openly of the highs and lows of unplanned pregnancies, and the highs and struggles of mommy-hood. I believe that motherhood will help ground Doran. She is a strong woman with a big heart and a soft spot for boys who need fixing. We took a new step in our friendship last night, and while my hair got pretty short, we chatted and chatted. I was her last customer, so she took me up on my offer to head the 6 blocks to my house for the Springfield Collection of Maternity Clothes, for which I am the keeper. (It seems that for each piece of clothing I lend out, I get 3 back.)After my warm fuzzy pay it forward (but more back) girl night, I spent some needed time picking up, folding clothes, and watch TV. I awoke refreshed and with a better attitude.
Jax came home also in a better mood, with dad reporting three successful stinkies on the potty, and only one accident at Ms. Kathy's. Jackson also let me know while I finished getting ready that he needed to potty. I got him up there, he did his thing and got back down. I think he is getting the hang of it.
The only dark cloud was a return to his sassy, crabby mouth when it was a time to leave, but hopefully we can go forward tonight, and order the cake for the potty party!!
2 comments:
Hey there, I just caught up on your blog. I hope that a day off was just what you needed. Sorry we missed each other this weekend. Sounds like it was busy. I'll talk to you soon
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