I opened the door for the speech therapist an hour ago, and there leaning on the porch pillar was a small UPS package from Harper Collins.
It's here it's Here it's HERE!!!
Happy happy happy dance. I can now stop struggling against paranoid conspiracy theories for why it hadn't arrived yet.
Couldn't open it yet, had to deal with the speech appointment. And now I have to feed the kids lunch. But soon, my precious, soon you and I will have some private time together...