I should sleep.
I should clean the bathroom.
My baby has been potty-training this week, and, well, he's a boy.
It's not like he stands up to pee, but he sure does miss the toilet.
I've taught him how to wipe himself after peeing.
I'm not sure if that's the right thing to do or not.
I've never been a boy.
The husband may have to work on that at a later time.
I'm so proud of the boy!
I didn't think he was ready.
Just three days a go he came up to me and said, "Mama, potty!"
Who was I to disagree? So off we went.
And he did it!
He's been on a roll ever since. We're off to buy big boy underwear tomorrow.
My baby!! :)
I think it's time for another one.
We'll see how it goes, I suppose.
Hopefully the husband doesn't read that.
I was up late working on my softball statistics.
Then decided I was too tired and I'd finish in the morning.
So I got up and washed dishes.
My work is never done.
Hmmm, if he's old enough to pee in the toilet, he's old enough to wash the dishes, right?
One of his favorite things is to grab a chair and pull it up to the sink and play in the water.
I take that as a future request for that job.
No problem, buddy. Mama's got you covered.
There's a beautiful blonde curly-haired girl in my bed.
She loves me.
She needs me.
I'm hanging on to that.
But I'm almost whatever age I'm almost and I still need my mommy.
So there's hope.
She tells me often that she never wants to move out, even when she's 100.
I told her that's fine.
She can stay right here forever.
My smiley boy better have the same plan.
I don't want to let go.
82 days until I'm a college student.
I'm so excited!!
I wish I could go buy books now.
Patience isn't one of my strong suits.
Hmm, what else?
I'm madly in love with my husband.
That's probably a good thing, considering we're married and all.
But I do like him.
A lot, even.
Even on days when I don't like him.
I'm rambling because I'm sleep deprived.
I should go to sleep.
See you later, weekend.