An hour in the life.

For your amusement, I present Things That Have Happened in the Last Hour Here At My House:

1.  I go into the kitchen to get a drink of water.
2.  Since the baby followed me, I ask her, “Are you hungry?”
3.  She smiles, so I break out the sweet potatoes.
4.  Sadie comes in, does a quick happy dance, and takes her diaper off.
5.  I ask her if she wants to go potty.
6.  She starts to pee on the floor.
7.  I say “no, not on the floor,” and she stops (mental note, the control is there...) and I scoop her up and go sit her down on the Potty of Doom™.
8.  She sits there and sits there.  I figure I’ll join her.  No sooner do I sit down than…
9.  I hear the sweet potatoes hit the floor.  Apparently, I’d left them within reach.  Gah.
10.  Nothing from Sadie.  She gets up and follows me back to the kitchen, where I’m doling out puffs to settle the baby and trying not to step in the impressive puddle of baby food or the little puddle of pee.
11.  I throw a towel at the puddles and start feeding the rest of the jar of food to Val, before she has a chance to come unglued…
12.  And just when I’m smelling victory, I hear the unmistakeable sound of pee hitting floor behind me.
13.  Sadie empties her bladder with great joy as I chant, “this is what I wanted you to do in the potty, in the potty, Sadie,” in a small, defeated voice.
14.  She takes off running, leaving a trail of wet behind her.
15.  I laugh, because the alternative isn’t crying at this point, it’s a total breakdown. 

Oh, well.  The floor got cleaned!  But Oh. My. God.

And you wonder why I don’t post anymore.  ROFL!

1. that’s why you get the big tax credit.

   Posted by  on  09/12  at  08:56 PM  from 

2. Oh thank you all, you made my evening!  ROTFL!

   Posted by  on  10/21  at  09:08 PM  from 
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