Bath Girl

I am in a strange place once again. I feel as though I am drifting through the days without thinking too much. I don't like it when I get this way. I think that once I have my own place and can organize my things I won't feel so distant from myself. Right now I just feel as though every part of my life is scattered. My things are scattered, my thoughts are scattered, my goals are scattered. Instead of working towards something I am back to just maintaining. Some of that is the flareup of my fibromyalgia. The pain and exhaustion make me feel as though I am always climbing an uphill battle to get through the day. A bright spot in the midst of this confusion is bath time with Lil' G. She absolutely LOVES to take baths. In fact, I can't even say the word "bath" without her running up the stairs and into the bathroom. Today was no exception; she ran up the stairs and into the tub, where she promptly decided to master the faucet. She still can't turn it on (thank goodness) but she is no longer afraid to put her head under the running water to rinse her own hair out. Is it wrong for me to say my daughter is a genius?