Treat everyone you meet like you want to be treated.
I will try to comment on this more later, but I found a list of ways to be successful. This was on it. I truly believe this. I recently had to “end” a relationship (which of course, I’d never want anyone to do that to me, but when someone isn’t treating you with respect and is constantly taking and never giving, the relationship can’t go on forever), and I’ve felt bad about it ever since. I’ve been doing some reading and I realized that the reason I ultimately had to end it was because I felt drained. This person was sucking out my will… demanding and taking while not giving. I’m a giver! I will give even when I don’t realize I’m not receiving anything in return. But eventually, all that giving leaves me feeling empty when it’s not reciprocated.
And thus, at age 36, I finally realized that sometimes it’s better to end a relationship than continue suffering just because you feel bad about how the other person would deal with the loss. Sometimes its best for the both of you to just move on. And that’s what I’m doing. I feel relieved. 
Last Thursday, Lola found an empty Diet Mountain Dew can under the couch and cut her finger on it. I didn’t realize she’d done it (I’d had a stomach virus Tuesday and Wednesday, so I was out of it and laying on the couch). I thought she’d just bumped her head or was being fussy, so I just said “It’s ok. It’s ok.” Then she crawled around the corner of the couch and held up her hand—there was blood from her hand down her whole arm! I felt like the worst mom. I grabbed her and Zack ran to get me a towel. We sat blotting her whole hand and arm until I finally found where it was coming from. Her ring finger on her right hand. I called Dave and sat with it taped up, hoping it would stop bleeding. He got home and it seemed to be ok. We put her down for a nap and she slept fine. Woke up playing. I got her up, sat her in the floor and left the room. When I came back, the whole bandage on her hand was red. Not sure if she bit into it or bumped it on something. Anyway, we then decided to take her to immediate care center. No stitches. They taped it up and then taped up her whole hand so she wouldn’t chew off the initial bandage. By the next morning, she was fine. A small red cut on her finger that looked like a paper cut by then. And now, you’d never know she’d ever been cut. Babies heal so fast!
Zack had a cough and cold that day. The doctor said he had an ear infection and gave him some antibiotics and cough meds. The next day, it snowed and snowed. Nearly 12 inches around here. He wanted to go out in it so bad. The day before, we’d told him he couldn’t go to Chuck E. Cheese’s because he was sick and coughing. So on Friday, we had this conversation:
Zack: Momma! Listen! (Opens mouth and stands there breathing.)
Me: To what?
Zack: No coughing! Now I can go out! I can go to Chuck E. Cheese! Let’s go!
Today he and Lola have been all over the house playing together. She adores him and is finally able to sit and play with him and have some fun. She crawls after him down the hall—I keep doors shut to rooms she’s not allowed in. They came in the guest room where I was tagging clothes for the consignment sale this week. She crawled into the closet and he closed the door.
Zack: Momma, we playin’ spies! Lola in the elevator!
Me: Spies, huh? Who you spying on?
Zack: Monsters! We spy and catch monsters!
They are now back in the guest room playing “Monster Spies.” Zack “catches” stuffed animals that he claims are “monsters” and Lola helps him. It’s so funny. She really follows him around and sometimes chews on the stuffed animals. But he thinks she’s really playing, and she loves being around her “Bubby.” So it all works out!
