Happy Monday! Or is that an oxymoron? Today is my first week working at the fertility clinic. I am very excited despite things moving very slowly. The clinic has just instituted the policy that new patients must attend a counselling session, so I suspect it may take a while to implement the program and really get it up and running. At least I get to be involved in it's development. Fortunately, this exciting week was proceeded by a relatively sane, and actually quite lovely family weekend. Admittedly it started off a bit rocky: Friday I visited a friend while Adam took the girls to his parents' place for dinner. When they got home Little A was deliriously tired but was refusing to go to bed which led to a lot of drama. At one point she defeated the door-knob child proofer and opened her bedroom door herself and came out to the hall in defiance. Saturday morning began equally shaky with Little A refusing to eat her requested PB&H sandwich because I cut the bread
Healthy food for thought, body and soul.