I am so glad it is finally Spring. I feel like I am finally coming out of hibernation. Enduring the dark, mountain apartment all Winter wasn't easy. I was left depressed and without motivation. Sleeping all day, up all night. While there is still some depression and lack of motivation, at least now I can enjoy my surroundings some since everything is springing to life. I really love this time of year. I just wish the pollen wasn't so horrific and that it didn't get too hot too fast. When I can hang out and have my windows open, that's perfect.

The last time I wrote a blog was before my trip to London. I almost blogged while I was over, but I was really overwhelmed with so much to do and see that I simply couldn't get my thoughts all organized. I have notes upon notes that I still need to sort out and think through before these hands hit the keyboard about it! Otherwise, who knows what sort of nonsensical ramblings will come out of me!?! But I do have plenty to write about regarding the trip and I did write a little beauty blog about the cosmetics I picked up over there, you can read that at All Things Glam. All in all, it was a nice visit with Dominic's family and we got to see and do many fun things!

Tate has been doing well, although I believe her ADHD meds need to be a higher dosage. Some of the original red flags are starting to pop up again. And we have finally resigned ourselves to the fact that she is going to need food therapy. I know it sounds crazy, but her menu shrinks almost daily and I am running out of ideas of things that she will eat. My poor, sweet baby...I wish life were more simple for her.

School has been fine for Tate, with the exception of a slight hiccup in her speech therapy. The lisp is starting to get better, but she is lazy in conversation and doesn't focus on making her "s" and "th" sounds clear except for when we are doing her speech homework. Anyway, they have a game they play in speech therapy called Ned's Head. Apparently, you have to pull random items out of Ned's Head and you have to say what it is you get. Some of the things are wacky and fun. And some are downright gross. Tate has a problem with the fake vomit and "dirty" cotton swabs. I can't say I blame her, but then I get an email from the therapist asking what is wrong with Tate because she is the first person EVER to NOT love the game! She was asking if Tate had problems with food...well, YEAH! The speech therapist has sat in on all the ADHD meetings we've had at the school, this is not new news. Anyway, I didn't have anything to suggest about the game, apart from take those two things out. I mean, really...at the time, Tate went a week without eating breakfast. I had bigger fish to fry. Just go with what seems like common sense. I cannot honestly believe that Tate is the first kid to not love Ned's Head. Aw, screw Ned.

Jack has been my little sponge lately, repeating everything he's hearing. And yes, I tend to have a mouth like a sailor, so you can only imagine. He's been so charming. (Yes, that is sarcasm.) But it's so hard to scold, when I catch myself swearing constantly. And it's REALLY hard NOT to laugh. I know, I sound like the worst parent ever! But he is making progress with potty training, which is like everyone says and is very different from training a girl.

For now, it looks like I will be returning to Charlotte in June or so. If you are new to me and weren't around when I blogged a lot on my other blog last year, then you don't know that I've been separated for over a year. (I've since removed all entries with personal content from that blog since it is my business blog now.) Is my broken marriage fixed? No. Do I know what lies ahead? No. What we do know is that it just isn't financially viable for our family to live in two places. It's fine when I am working and can pay the bills, but work has been dreadfully slow since last summer and I have accumulated much debt just to stay afloat. I'm worried that my trust issues may not ever go away. Dominic is worried that I'll be unhappy and leave again. I am particularly dreading moving back to the house. It just holds so many bad memories and vibes. So we have been looking at new places. Maybe a fresh start could be beneficial for all. Who knows? I'm in no way a relationship expert. My views on marriage have changed since I've been married and I don't know what the best thing to do is. In general, I'm not sure, even on the smallest level what I need to be happy. This is the first time in my life when I don't really have a goal to work towards or a plan of some sort. I'm just doing what I have to do. I guess I'll figure it out as I go along.

On a totally random note, Tate woke me up this morning by telling me there was a frog in the toilet. And what do you know? There was! It was a little tree frog (see below). Dom ended up getting a plastic container and wrangling it. It's skin was so thin, you could see it's heart. I can't believe Tate's not terrified to use the bathroom now! But no, she was amused! I was so relieved!