z decided, herself today, that she wants to use the potty. seriously, no pressure from me – it just lives in the living room, beside her high chair. she sat on it while we were watching a movie like it was a regular old chair and tried to take off her diaper. then like, strained all weird yoga-pose-like but was unsuccessful. oh well, 16 months is a pretty good head start – she can totally set the pace.
i am thinking that i cannot stand the worry of being without z (rather her being without me) on my bday party night and as such, will be responsible in my partying and return home, to send fh’s mom home in a taxi. i also have no where to stay if she stays here all night to watch z. what’s added to this is that you need a credit card for like, everywhere and that my neighbours down the hall are having an exmas party on the same night. the night that was to be my first time leaving her with someone all night. the night i was going to get blasted and not remember. THAT NIGHT, two doors away. they suggested i drug her or give her rum. seriously, who does that, when it’s not to fly?
i am also thinking of shaving my legs, so watch out world!
* it’s inane bullshit that’s been tossed my way over the years. sweet, wonderful saved msn conversations.
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