We'll Be At Therapy

I have become one deprived woman. Evidence: I am excited that our therapy appointments have been upped from twice a week to four times a week because it means that I will get out of the house.

We will actually be starting a new kind of therapy, which will complement our current one - hence the additional days. It is more fun stuff for Ana - swinging on swings, bouncing on trampolines, and playing with toys of varying degrees of squishiness.

The neatest woman, also an adoptive mom, will be our therapist, and she has hooked me in by painting pictures of me eventually having an hour to myself while Ana does her work. I about fell down and kissed her feet when she said that. Thank goodness she was wearing shoes because I actually do not like kissing feet. They're rather gross if you think about it.

But I digress...

This post is to let you know that, should you need to reach me during the week, you can call me at 1-800-THERAPY. Seriously, I'm going to buy that 800 number. How cool is it that the number/letter combo worked out right?!? There's gotta be some perk to going at a problem full tilt! I also get lots of free office pens. And cold coffee. Admit it - you know you're jealous.