A Successful Week

This was one of those weeks. The ones where Wednesday should be Friday because hump day just isn't getting it done. It's been busy in our household. My kid-free mornings during the week have been spent doing The Bar Method ( Mamas, I need to post about this awesome, gut-wrenching, thigh-quivering workout that= pain--in the best possible way) and I realize I need to alter my schedule so that I get one of those mornings free to do NOTHING. Or something more than working out. Our afternoons and evenings were busy and at the end of each day, I feel like my legs ran a race. Some days, I really did. 

This was a successful week nonetheless. Micron didn't cry. Zilch. This past Monday morning started out like any other, except both were cranky from a late Sunday night and were seriously on each others' nerves, which led to both of them being in a time-out situation. Micron cried (because time-outs still mean she has to pout and sometimes cry), somehow a light bulb went on in my head. I rushed over to her as she was crying and told her, "Ok, cry it out now before school so that by the time I drop you off, you're done. You're done crying at drop-off. Let it all out now." Mamas, it worked!! Micro chirped in and said, "That's a great idea." And once she was done crying and I released her and Micro from timeout, they gave each other a hug, apologized, and somehow, Micron understood. 

Don't get me wrong, I didn't take it for granted the minute I dropped her off and realized she didn't shed a tear. In fact, I hadn't even said goodbye, but our eye contact ensured me that she knew, "Bye Mama, I'll be ok. Even though I still don't want you to leave." It was cause for celebration. I smiled in disbelief the entire time I drove away. I felt like if I thought about it too much, I might jinx it. Then Wednesday came, and no tears. Today, no tears. As a parent, I've learned to take each moment as it comes, because you never know. 

I'm proud of my baby girl. We're still coping and adjusting to new routines, but each day gets a bit easier. My shoulders don't tense up as much nowadays, and I feel like we've broken through some barriers. I won't know what it will be like once we go away for vacation and she might cry again. But, baby steps. 

This was her chosen outfit to start the week off. She chose it all, right down to those awfully cute leg warmers. Micron definitely has more fashion sense than me. Thank God! (Ignore those ugly bland white walls, we're slowly decorating room by room and the living room is low on the list for now)