Thing 1 failed to toilet train himself as I had secretly hoped. I fantasized about him tapping me on the shoulder and saying (with a British accent) "Excuse me mummy. I feel the urgent desire to use the powder room."
I wish I could say that we worked for an hour and he grasped the concept right away.
Instead, he had three successes today. I'll take it.
I have felt strangely like I could pass out all day, but I reached deep down to my farm girl roots and pulled it together. Now I will take tonight's shift in his room. How much awesomeness can I possibly take in one 24 hour period?
Enough about potty training. Hey, remember when I told you how much I like interior design? Let's look at something pretty, shall we? Here is our almost completed Master Bedroom project. It only took 6 years! I know. Our ability to focus on a task is staggering. We are for hire, by the way.
|Seriously- how great are these lamps? Hand carved teak wood. What is it about my house and stray hairs?|
Now I need to plan my evening sneak into Thing 1's room were I will make a bed on the floor. (Who made these potty training rules anyway? And why the hell am I listening to their advice???) I guess I get to sleep under the train table on a pile of blankets. Maybe the black dog will let me borrow her nasty ass dog bed. Maybe I will get all Renaissance on my husband and feign a fainting episode. Lord knows I have had plenty of real life practice. However it goes down tonight, I am understandably pretty excited. Wait! What's that? Hold the phone!!! The husband just informed me that he was taking the night shift! *heavenly angels singing* Looks like I did choose the right man to marry after all! Daily tip: It really does pay to walk around all day looking pasty white and unstable.