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It's Gonna Be OK, It's Gonna Be OK

Phoebe's been having a hard time riding her bicycle on the very mild inclines and declines in our new neighborhood. She's afraid she can't get pushed off to start. She's afraid her brakes won't work enough when she's going downhill, as she doesn't like to go fast yet. Sunday night when I was walking her home for dinner from a friend's house she was visiting and trying to get her to stay on her bike instead of walking it, I heard her repeating this over and over, "It's gonna be OK. It's gonna be OK. It's gonna be OK." I think she said it about 10 times. I didn't say a thing to her about it. I thought it was a great idea for her to be saying this and didn't want to embarrass her.

We're having a hard time getting her up in the morning, which makes it really hard for me to get to work at a decent time. So last night, I was talking to her that we needed to make sure she goes to sleep at a decent time and that our new mantra was going to be, "I have to go to bed ontime." She asked what a mantra was and I explained that it was something you tell yourself over and over again so that you'll believe it. Kind of like when she was on her bike and she was saying it was going to be OK. I think she was a little embarrassed, but she understood the concept.

I'm trying to use Phoebe's bicycle mantra for the next few days. It's gonna be OK. I've got my Flylady routines written down, I'm trying to practice them, and hopefully everything will fall into place .... we'll find new buyers for our old house, we'll manage our new finances with the new house and old until then, and hopefully have some fun in between.

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Anonymous said…
The house will sell,the house will sell,the house will sell.

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