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The Dog is still with us. The Daddy said again this morning that he’s gonna have to make that call soon but, as of this writing, he hasn’t. So, until then, I’m not going to think about it. I just get too worked up. When he makes the call and I have to say goodbye, then I’ll think about it.

A couple of posts ago I was writing about the “twos”. The transformation of my little angel to The Girl Who Doesn’t Listen To Her Mommy. Or, I guess we could call her Timeout Girl. We had a rough day the other day and I was just worn out. Her behavior wasn’t all that bad but it was definitely a departure from what I’m used to. Add to that the fact that I just didn’t feel good physically and there you have a trying day.

The past two days have been much better. That’s not to say that Timeout Girl hasn’t shown up on occasion but it has been for lesser infractions and there has not been the horrific hissy fit or “I’m pretending I don’t hear you factor”. She has managed to avoid the things that really push my buttons and I have managed to take things a heckuvalot less personally. Take a deep breath (or two or five) and plow on in a more calm and patient way. I am grateful for this.