Cheekymonkey is celebrating! I got a new job! And, without going into too much detail, I am THRILLED!! So, now that everything is all official, I would like to apologize to all of my family and friends for being such an emotional basket case as I endured this rather long hiring process. Won't you join me for a glass of Champagne?
When you're a mother (and even when you're not), you hear a lot about the "Terrible Two's" which is when your toddler engages in sometimes unpleasant erruptions of newfound communication skills. It's sort of understandable (and not really all that "terrible") because, even in adulthood, frustrations with communications can lead to outbursts. But, oh my goodness gracious, nobody warned me about THREE! Dios Mio! Seemingly overnight, my sweet, pleasant little girl was transformed into "Rebel Without a Pause!" Last night, every teeny tiny issue triggered her combative, fiercely independent side and every argument was delivered in a high-pitched screeeeeching tone! This did not sit well with my already exhausted and frazzled mental state. I am hopeful that this was just an anomaly brought about by a missed afternoon nap or maybe too much juice or an extra cookie with her lunch ... This can't last (gulp) can it?