Of Loos and Drips and Lonely Facts

It's been frustrating not to be able to blog whenever I want. I have ideas for blogs come into my head several times a day, only to lose them because I'm in the middle of something and don't have access to a computer anyway. I know, I know, I could write them down on paper, but now that I'm used to a computer it's hard to go back to longhand writing. I just can't keep up with my thoughts when I'm writing like that. So, here I sit, with the time and opportunity to blog and no idea what to say.

We are going to be gone next week. We'll finally be getting our stuff from the old house and bringing it here. Yippee hooray! We'll have to use dial-up for awhile, but I think I can live with that. As the husband would say, "It beats the alternative."

I've been feeling kind of lonely this last week. I'm surprised it's taken this long to hit me, honestly. Moving is always hard on me. I tend to be really attached to my friends and miss them very much. Since I'm shy I also have a hard time making new friends, which doesn't help. It's easy enough to make casual friends, the sort of people you'd have over for dinner or stop and chat in the store when you see them. Really good friends, the kind you can call when your battery dies in Walmart's parking lot or get an honest opinion about this top, "... does it make me look top-heavy?" - those are harder to find and it takes time. I hate the taking time part. Patience is not one of my strengths, especially not when I'm stranded with a dead battery, two little ones in the car, and the husband a two hour drive away. (That'll teach me to leave the teen in the car while I run into the store with the little ones. He had the radio, air conditioner, fan and inside lights on. No wonder the blasted thing died!) (Though, to give him credit, he went and found a very nice young man who gave us a jump. But I'm still not leaving him in the car alone again. Not for a while anyway. OK, not for two weeks. Definitely. I mean it.)

I just have to hang in hear a little longer though. It'll take about a year, judging from past experiences, and then I'll finally have a small group of friends that I can add to as time goes on. It's good training in patience.

In other news, the toddler finally use the toilet as more than a place to sit and be entertained! Last Saturday night she was in the tub and suddenly grabbed herself and said she was stinky. Now, we'd been through this before and I knew it wasn't going to lead anywhere but a wet/soapy floor and toilet seat. It's great fun to pretend we're going potty, after all. So, I told her no, that it was bath time and not a good time to play on the potty. I know what you're thinking, but please remember, I've been waiting months for this. I wasn't expecting her to nod and then cut loose!

I wisked her out of the tub before more than a small amount of solid stuff had emerged and put her on the toilet. She finished up and flushed with great glee and much pride and then we went and told Daddy. (And then Mommy scrubbed the tub, a suitable punishment for her cynical reaction, and the toddler got to take another bath. Whee!)