morning!
i am soooooooo glad to be home.
smthing happened w my hand-expressed-drop-by-drop ebm AGAIN on this trip, but luckily i was able to salvage wed, thu and fri's milk. i m grateful that i checked on thu night. no time to check fm mon-wed. straight go to hotel room after a late late dinner, hand express, wash, sterilise.... (see i type also tired)... wash up myself, and sleep.
dd,
i have no luck w bottle weaning or toilet training, and in some sense, after i came back, even the sleep training needs to start again for C1. i tell myself slowly, one step at a time.....
not to b pollyannish abt things, but i do realise that *i* set the emotional tone of the hsehold. if i m happy, everyone else Mr C, C1 and C2 will at least be ok that day. if i blow my top, then Mr C will be unhappy and we will take it out on the 2Cs. so now, i tell myself tis ok. milk melted and thrown away, tis ok. not toilet trained, tis ok. C1 doesnt want anything to do w toothbrushes rite now, tis ok.
there are bigger fish to fry in life.
like maintaining my sanity
qing,
next time, you HAVE to demo the evil porkchop laugh. i wanna hear!