This hasn't been one of my better days. We are trying to potty train around here, and I'm about to throw in the parenting towel and just say, "Guess what? We're going to wear diapers until age 10."
I am not the most patient person. Not by a long stretch. But, being confined to the house for days, setting timers, and dragging a kid to the bathroom every 30 minutes isn't really doing it for me. Especially when we have had only ONE success. Five accidents. And hour upon hour of the kid refusing to drink much and then holding it until bedtime when she gets a diaper back on. She seems like an unwilling participant in this game. Oh, wait. Maybe I'm the unwilling participant. God, I miss diapers.
So. What's going on with you? Did you get a shower today? Did you get out of your pajamas before 3:30 p.m.? Did you clean up less than five bodily fluids today? Then, my friend, you are about six steps ahead of me. Now I have to go sit on the couch and watch American Idol on my DVR. I've been waiting for this moment all day.