So I've been writing, and there is one word that I can't seem to get right. I stare at it and can't think of another way of spelling it. I try to sound it out, but it's just not coming. It's such a small little word. I don't know how to spell "usual". Wait. Did I just spell it correctly? I will now go look it up.
I did it! It is right.
usual
usual
usual
The funny thing is that a day or so after I mastered this word, my son asked if I knew how to spell "usual". And I could tell him -- yes, as I matter a fact I do.
And while I am on the topic of things that no one cares about, let me just say that I must be the world's worst potty-trainer. I wish I could hire someone to do this for me and save me from the daily routine of washing out stinky underwear. My husband, true to himself, is optimistic. "It will probably take three or four weeks," he says. That to me would have been a miracle. Now that we have passed the four week mark and still daily clean out underwear, he again reassures me, "Don't worry, when he turns 18 this won't be our problem anymore."
So I press on...only 15 more years.
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