Attachment theory is fascinating, which is fortunate because I have read more articles about it than would be necessary for anyone.
On a brighter note, class wraps up this week. In true social worker form, we are having a potluck to go along with our presentations on the last day of class. Then, we will break for a couple of weeks before we start over again with the fall semester.
Want to see me weepy? Sit me down with a little girl in a hospital for a couple of hours. Then, watch her ask me in her sweet, innocent way if this means that I am back in her life again. Ouch.
I dug out the sweatpants and hoodies this week. Certainly this cool snap won't last, right? Summer can't be over yet. It concerns me. Namely because I have not accomplished anything on my summer to-do list.
A ham and cheese omelet
I just swooshed away a fly that was devouring the puddle of maple syrup on my plate. All of a sudden, it seems like a herd of flies has attacked my house. Drives me crazy. Yesterday, I snapped at Kb for not flicking the fly swatter quick enough. Geesh. Growing up at the Amish house, I honed my fly swatter skills and would get a nickel for every fly I killed. They also had one of those yellow sticky tapes hanging above the dinner table. I'm not to that point. Yet.
And by the way, if you're a druggie and I come to your house, hiding under a blanket on your bed does not fool anyone.
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