Superstitious?

You know half of the reason I haven't been blogging lately is because I am a super-busy-mother-of-four-potty-trainer-of-two-piano-teacher-of-twelve-preparing-for-a-Spring-recital-young-womans-advisor-of-eight-visiting-teaching-coordinator-of-one-hundred, but the other reason? I'm superstitious.

I used to scoff at superstitious people, because I wasn't one.  Karma, baby, karma.

I am no longer willing to blog about how healthy, happy, lucky, blessed we are, because the minute you say something like, "We haven't had an accident all week..." someone poops their pants, and when you say you have a few spare minutes on your calendar you get a new church calling, and when you say you've been healthy someone pukes at swimming lessons.... Just sayin'.

So, we're not healthy, happy, blessed, or busy.  We're not, we're really not.  And you will all get a great blog update when things change.  I am however, letting myself plan a great celebratory party for the day when we can get rid of our training potty.  I can almost see the light at the end of the tunnel.