*tap, tap, tap* Is this thing on? Well, I hope so.

This week, we, as a world, found out that FB gave out the personal info of, well, pretty much everybody in the country, to Cambridge Analytica — a move which has caused many of my friends to delete their Facebook accounts.

I say, “Good for them.”  I can’t bring myself to do it for a multitude of reasons, despite really wanting to.

While it’s true that I could just write here, I would lose connection with too many people.  My phone already frequently complains that it doesn’t have room to update apps, and I’ve barely got any on there to begin with. (The latest Android system update feels bloated AF.) I hardly use Snapchat or Instagram. I only Tweet when I’m on my laptop, and I’m too tired to learn a new media platform this week. (I’m sick with another upper respiratory virus.) Besides, I don’t want to miss out on any of the psych-ops that are targeted at me. 🙂 Why would I want to waste those agents’ hard work? 🙂

Honestly,  there’s a lot that I want to write about.  So much, in fact, that creating a cohesive entry seems too tough.

So here are things.

Henry’s about to be 3, and he’s pretty fucking amazing.  He’s pooping in the potty now, like a big boy, and that blows my mind wide open. It’s the best. It’s game-changing.  I can’t wait til the potty becomes the toilet.  We’re so, SO close. Of course, once that’s complete, odds are rather good that I’ll be wiping butt #2. (Dear Lord, please see fit to let me wipe butt #2.)

He’s also gotten really good at turning my words around on me at the perfect moment.  “Be calm, Mommy! Big breaths up in your belly!” is probably my favorite thing he’s said to me all week.  He’s also decided that I deserve M&Ms when I make tinkle, too. When I refuse them, it makes him sad. It’s a good reminder that I don’t give myself credit.

Speaking of credit… I’ve been thinking about creating an app or piggybacking on another one.  See, in Habitica, you get coins and experience points for doing things. You “level up” and can use these imaginary chits to buy crap for your avatar — or you can assign “things” to yourself.  (Like 200 gold for a real-life something or other)

I feel like it’s super important for my mental health that I start recognizing the things I actually accomplish, since so many of my tasks are revolving (dishes, laundry, etc.) — and I’ve been repeatedly hearing “You must imagine Sisyphus happy.”

I’m also exhausted right now, and am going to try to nap before my husband gets home with the kiddo.  So, even though I’d love to talk about the many levels of exciting and amused I would be to read a headline like “President Trump Goes Down Because Of Porn Star Gag Order,”  it’ll have to wait.

Oh, yeah, and March is MS Awareness month. Be awarer. *lol*