So lots of things have been going on.
Just not with me.
It seems that all my friends and family have things going on. Two just had a baby, three just got great new jobs, one of my dearest friends is moving away from me across the country, another's son has been making wonderful huge leaps in his autism therapy, two are getting married, one is doing a lot of traveling, two are almost finished with their advanced degrees, and even Hubba-hubba is about ready to sign up for his master's.
Me, I'm just sittin' here.
The most exciting thing in my life right now is that Mr. Personality is currently peeing in the potty pretty much all of the time during the day. He even peed at a restaurant, and given his fear of public restrooms, that was a mighty feat indeed. It seems that the key to the whole operation was the ability to stand up and do it versus sitting on the seat.
I am thrilled with this development, don't get me wrong.
However, it really has nothing to do with me, per se.
Well, perhaps it is technically a showcase for my poor parenting skills that my almost three and a half year old is just beginning to get the hang of "number one." But, enough about that.
I am so happy for all the people in my life that are experiencing these wonderful, life-altering changes.
Yet despite my best efforts, that whiny, bigger-than-I-would-like part of me wishes I had something to excitedly call someone about and breathlessly announce. Of course, not everybody I know has something happening, but it sure feels that way.
Um, I'm almost finished folding the laundry, does that count?
Oh, oh, I reorganized the entry way closet! How about that?
I didn't think so.