One of the things that has been helping me not over think and over stress about our upcoming cycle is our three-year-old. Blessed with a command of the English language which rivals that of my second grade students, she keeps me busy and on my toes all the time.
One of things that came out of her mouth recently, as she was told not to squeeze the dog around the neck, was, "I don't like your attitude!" I could do nothing but laugh as that came out of her mouth in a serious, stern tone. She is so full of sass and spunk I can hardly contain myself.
"I'm going upstairs. You'll be up eventually, right?"