If week two proved anything, it's exactly how important keeping to the schedule every day is to keeping things running smoothly.I was over my cold, but somebody seemed to forget to let the nerves in my throat in on the secret last week. I kept getting into reflexive coughing fits, enough to where I completely lost my voice on Wednesday. This, of course, played merry havoc on the schedule since I was at a loss for how to communicate with my girls. We do use a bit of sign language, but the words are limited to: no, stop, please, more, full, thank you, milk, eat, and I love you. (This isn't including the sign Sneak invented all on her own last week to signal that she doesn't want something, be it food, drink, a toy, or whatever.) All in all, the sign language is helpful, but we can't depend upon it totally.
This was followed with my having a doctor's appointment scheduled for Thursday afternoon, which was canceled ten minutes before it was set to begin. I was already at the office, waiting outside because they had yet to unlock the doors following their two hour lunch break, so the afternoon was still largely a wash. They rescheduled for Friday morning, which is when the girls are awake, so routine is the most important. But it was the only time I could reschedule within the month, so I had no choice.
By Friday evening, I had two extremely cranky girls. The routine returned as much as possible on Saturday considering our normal Friday shopping trip was moved back a day to accommodate the doctor's appointment, and by yesterday morning, the girls returned to their usual happy selves.
Was there a week two major break through? Why yes. The non-sarcastic side of my sense of humor showed a glimmer of returning last night.
It went missing sometime in 2007.
* The picture is of Boo Bear at eight months of age.
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