Lest anyone out there in BlogLand think that my life is anything less than glamorous, let me tell you a little about my day so far.
Today I have:
*plunged two toilets
*hand-washed little boy underwear, previously filled with poo the size of Nebraska, in the bathroom sink
*scrubbed my poo-covered boy in the tub
*stripped a bed with poo
*done two loads of poo-laden laundry
It's official. I am over potty-training. So over it. I know that there is a glimmer of hope that my son will actually learn to go #2 on the potty sometime before he turns 18, but I am so ready to be there, at the end of the finish line. And never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would say the word "poo" so many times in a conversation.
Motherhood. Gotta love it.