Thursday, December 11, 2008

My Three Year Old Has a Shrink. God Help Me.

Reading back upon the post that kind of started it all for this blog in which as a new first-time mother, I wrote (off the record) that "if my kids don't end up in therapy, I shall celebrate", I find it ironic (and yes, I'm 99% sure I'm using this word wrong, but whatever)....I find it ironic that my child is now actually entering therapy (WTF??) at the young age of THREE (holy crap).

Yes, his first psychologist's appointment is tomorrow morning. And before you tell me that's CRAZY. I know it is. Totally. Crazy. But it is what it is. And there is a backstory that would make it seem a little less crazy, but I don't have time to do into the details right now. Suffice it to say that I've never been one to shy away from asking for help and I've been seeing this guy for a while now on my own to get tips on Little Guys' encopresis (which is like 99% mental) and he has been helpful and really wants to meet him in person to get a sense of his personality. He says it will help him give me good advice.

And Little Guy is doing a little better too. We have good days and bad days. Hopefully, more good days than bad days are on the horizon.

And yes, margheritas are still totally in order around here. Winter be damned.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Reason #467 That I Don't Eat at Kentucky Fried Chicken

KFC Workers Fired For Bathing In Sink

Finger lickin' gooood.
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