life and puppies

Today means that I have one more week left of my 30s. Wowee! What am I going to do with those seven days? Well, days one through four will be spent at work; day five will be spent on a car ride to Milwaukee, a plane ride to Cancun and some sort of wheels to Tulum (AO, we gotta figure that part out); and days six and seven will be spent touring some ruins, biking to the beach, and drinking tropical drinks. Or at least that’s the plan. I’ll check back with you later.

Now then, the real task at hand is to step out of this funk that set in around 5:30 p.m. on Sunday. You know what I’m talking about. Oy vey. I don’t want to rehash it, but I do want to give mucho thanks to my stellar cousin Maggie for sending me this gem. It’s easing the pain. A bit. I might have to close my office door soon, though, if the hallway talk goes into play-by-play mode.

On yet another note, Molly’s THIRD birthday is coming up. Can you believe it? Now I feel like life gets real for her so I really need to watch myself. I mean, she’ll now start to actually *remember* all of the zillions of times I screw up. The pressure! My current thoughts about her birthday are two-fold. One, should we throw her a party with her pals from school? Two, it’s at three years old that doctors and nurses start to voice their concerns about a child’s speech. Will she be able to pull it together in the next six weeks so that we can avoid speech therapy?!*

*I don’t think speech therapy is dreadful and I know I’m lucky that we (a) have medical care that will tell us if she needs it and (b) we have resources to be able to give it to her if she needs it. So please don’t think I’m a bad person for hoping that she can pull her speech together on her own. I’m sure I don’t help her by talking too fast. I’ve been trying to work on that when reading to her. “Gooooooooooooooooooooo Doooooooooooooooooog Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”