potty training victory!

In the wake of my severely emotional self, I have been trying that small piece of age-old wisdom to "take it one moment at a time." Since I moved home, I've created a war zone within my house. Unintensionally, of course. But none the less, there's shattered peices of egos, remnants of screaming in the air and feelings that were hurt so badly, it's giving me nightmares. My body gives me no warning of my outbursts or flames of annoyance towards my kin, but I have a feeling they're ready to disown me. I"M READY TO DISOWN ME! But that's a whole other story.

In order to calm the rage, I rode passenger side in the car with a 40 oz. below window view. A couple of towns later, a mountain in the background and a buzz the size of Texas, I took a deep breath and exhaled with ease for the first time in days. The fog lifted and I actually saw the sunset...the twinkle in my man's eyes...the way the horizon just floats there if you recline the seat far enough so you can't see the road...I actually laughed (and meant it!)...and for a split second I thought I could see the light at the end of my dank dark tunnel of emotional hell.

The reason I was able to take reprieve from my home town was because our country has an obsession with football and cheese dip and cocktail weenies and nitrates and preservatives and ingredients I'll never be able to pronounce. So I threw my nutrional knowledge to the wind and dove head first into that buttery, mayonaissy, cream cheesy cheese ball. Yum Yum Yum and a bottle of Tums.

So on one of my many trips back to the table of incredible junk food indulgence, I struck up conversation with a five year old. I asked him how he liked spending the holiday's with his grandparents a few weeks back. "Oooh, it was so much fun!" he replied. He was telling me about playing games, riding bikes and other normal tid bits of conversation you might expect regarding a family trip. And then, right out of nowhere, he says, "I only had one wet pull-up on the whole trip!" Then he went right back to chewing on his baby carrots like what he just told me was appropriate conversation at the dinner table. It was said with such nonchalance that he might as well have been telling me the score of the game. "Congratulations," I said to him as I realized that this is one of those moments. One of those times in life that makes the whole damn struggle worth it. One of those situations where you realize that life is about eating, sleeping, playing and pooping. Period.