Let's talk about my day yesterday, shall we? I promise it's a good one.
So let's see, it all started in the parking lot of Target. I was talking on my phone to Caleb, trying to figure out a place to meet him for lunch. Wyatt, who is well versed in whispering while people are on the phone (thanks to a Daddy that's been working from home), cupped his hand over his mouth and whispered, "Mom! How about McDonalds?!"
It was so funny we conceeded, despite not loving the place. McDonald's it was. Caleb and I chatted while Wyatt interspersed grabbing bites of food with play. After about 20 min Caleb left to go back to work and I told Wyatt we'd be leaving in 5 minutes. (I find it helps him to have a sort of countdown.) When it was time to go I told him to go grab his shoes, and while he was putting them on he told me he had to go to the bathroom. And not the good kind. I told him okay, to put his shoes on and we'd stop in the restroom on the way out. He almost had his second shoe on when he stopped cold and said, "Momma, my poopoos are coming out."
These are, I'm certain, some of the worst words you can hear.
It's been since October that he's been potty trained, and he did so well because he was so ready. He only had a few accidents, always pee, and half of them because I forgot to keep asking him in the first few days if he needed to go. We were super proud.
So I pick him up, grab his other shoe, my purse, and smile serenely (believe that?) at the nice grandmother sitting a foot away who's just heard our entire conversation, and beeline it to the bathroom.
There is a mess. Thankfully, a fairly easily cleaned mess, and I'm thanking my lucky stars that we had an extra pair of pants that he'd worn to gymnastics that morning in my purse, along with an empty Ziplock bag. Yeah for being prepared! And as I start to extricate the mess, he pees all over the floor.
So then I have to clean THAT up, and the McDonald's toilet paper is coming off two sheets at a time, SINGLE PLY, making cleanup a total breeeeeeze, lemmetellyawhat.
Naptime. Fiiiiiinally. I sit down with my Diet Coke and a mini Reese's egg, and start browsing the internet. Remembering Caleb wanted me to try and change our room on the cruise, I called. Not possible this close, but there IS an upgraded room we could switch to, for an extra $500. Had to break the news to Caleb. We would not be moving. Also, I discovered, I'd booked the cruise using our usual debit card instead of the Southwest card we have, thereby missing out on DOUBLE points. Cause I'm an idiot.
Giving up, I decide to make the pizza dough for dinner. I get all the ingredients out, only to discover I'd left my yeast at my parents house. No pizza for dinner.
The painter arrives to do some touch ups, and just as he's telling Caleb that oops! He just touched up the baseboard paint with matte ceiling paint instead and would need to re-do it all, I discover that for the second time in two weeks, I've washed a pull up with Wyatt's clothes.
He's never ONCE in all these months, not even in the beginning, peed during the night, but I'd decided to at least use the rest of the bag I'd bought and opened, and now I had gel bits all over the clothes and washer. A huge clean up, you have to get every single bit out, rinse the bits off the clothes, run a cycle of bleach through, and re-wash the clothes.
Caleb was not happy with me.
Before heading out the door to eat dinner with his friend (his monthly "bro-night") he started washing the clothes again. Except, well, look.
He put in probably 3 times the amount of soap than is needed. I had to run two extra cycles, and an extra rinse one, just to get rid of all the suds.
Let's just say I ended the night with a bath and the Smash pilot on the iPad, in bed. And slept like a baby.