It seems that all of growing up (and all the subsections of things a person learns while doing so) is a series of two-steps-forward-one-step-back. I apparently do not handle the one-step-back portion of things, either in the student or teacher role. I told Travis that I had just kept betting that the next day would be the day we could start moving forward again and I was beginning to feel crazy for doing so. But finally, yesterday, the "laughing Elmo" undies survived the entire day. There was much celebrating, a highly-hyped lollipop after supper, and today, several successes. I guess I just had to hit bottom emotionally, and that's her cue to start moving forward again. What a basketcase I am!
Thanks, everyone, for your support. I hope that someday, when I escape this sleep-deprived fog, I still resemble the fun person I used to be.
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