A Wet Week

I kind of hate the rain. I get it, we need it, blah blah blah. And on days when I was single or newlywed or anything other than a stay at home mom- I could totally appreciate the weather. The cozy big sweaters, galoshes, a warm fire, something warm and soupy to eat, a cozy couch with re-runs and cat naps... but not these days. These rainy days = days spent inside. And when those days spent inside are 5 consecutive- I go completely crazy banana buckets. (I make up phrases). And so do my children (the crazy, not the phrases). We have stayed inside all week. We've created games, we've cleaned, we've attempted snuggling. Yeah right. The one thing that has made it interesting- we've potty trained. Again.

She did great the first couple of days. So great, I decided to move on over to big girl panties on day 3. And at the end of that day I cleaned up pee from the carpet, the hallway, the leather chairs, the leather ottoman, the bathroom floor and the tiny little legs of my baby girl. Like 100 times. I finally took them upstairs to get a bath and as soon as I dried my little man off and let his little booty air dry for a minute, well, he peed all over the floor upstairs and thought that it was his own personal water park. I turned around to see him splashing and laughing. In his own urine.

When K got home there was an island of towels in the upstairs hallway, 2 pairs of wet baby pants on the downstairs bathroom floor, big girl panties in the bathroom sink and a stack of urine soaked towels stacked on the laundry room floor. I smelled like straight up pee and most definitely had the look. You ladies know what I'm talkin' about. We've all got one. My look happened to say, "don't even say anything. start with the towels upstairs and work your way down because i'm not cleaning another thing with pee on it today". And because my husband knows me so well, he kissed me, and the children, and cleaned up the pee. I love him.

How we potty train around here

So, tomorrow is another day to potty train. We will win this war, even though right now the battles are messy and at times discouraging. I am confident that she will not be going to college in diapers. And that is good news.

Until Next Time,
The Guff