Summertime, Summertime

So MUCH has happened recently I just don't even know where to start.

The move is finally over and what a move it has been.

I must say moving with a child is rather difficult. I know this seems like a no-brainer thing to say, but let me just put it this way...Little Bits has a dog in her future. Yep, that is right. I resorted to bribing her to make her more excited about moving. Ahh, all the things I swore I would NEVER do as a parent, well I can now cross off my list because I have done them. I am hoping to put off the dog until the end of summer (at least) and best case will be that she will forget about the puppy or when push comes to shove she will back out of really really wanting a puppy of her own. Okay, I might be dreaming or wishful thinking but the thought of having to clean up after someone (thing or animal) just is making me crazy.

I finally got up my "brave" and went in for the MRI of the uterus. I am claustrophobic so going into the machine makes me insane. I start to panic. Hmm... wonder if this is related to something from my childhood? Note to self: ask my mother why I am claustrophobic. What did she do to me? Anyway, the results were better than I expected and my uterus is almost perfect. I have a very small arch. Probably something that would never have been picked up had I not had to go through every test under the under the sun before doing IVF. So, after waiting weeks on end for the doctor to call and give me the results, I am now sleeping much better at night.

I have decided to do the foot work and if it is meant to be it will be. Well, I say that for now. I am sure in a day or maybe a week, month or somewhere in between I will be going crazy and get baby obsessed. I do want to thank everyone for their support, love and kind words, and especially prayers. It meant the world to me. You really have no idea.

Furthermore, I am certain that the heat has affected my excellent parenting skills. I found myself telling my daughter yesterday when she said she does not have to listen to the rules, " You know what happens to people who do not listen to the rules? They go to jail!" My hubs looked at me like I had just turned into Dr. Jekyll. I've always prided myself on maintaining her innocence as long as possible. I've thrown killer glares at anyone who's dared to mention something I consider beyond her age. Now, however, I'm teaching her that if she asks for (okay, demands) more ice cream she's on her way to Alcatraz.

It gets worse. I proceed to say, "You have to listen and follow the rules in school - if your teacher tells you to do something you have to...;blah blah blah" I told her Mommy and Daddy have rules we follow. Daddy follows rules at work . I follow rules when I drive blah blah blah. Then I turned to my hubs and said, "This parenting thing is really effed up. You want your child to be a leader - to be their own person but yet you tell them to follow the rules and do what everyone else is doing. At little contradictory don't ya think?"

Wonder if this is why we started becoming such a dysfunctional society.

Thanks for bearing with my in my lapse of posting. I've a Summer Block Party (er, I mean Blog Party) you're invited to in order to thank you. Luxuries like a great new laptop to exclusive bedding...and I genuinely can't wait for you to win...Of course, participation is required. In fact, if you don't, you might go to jail.