But I HATE potty training. AAAHHHHHHH. I. HATE. IT.
I hate that the baby tries to touch everything and gets in the way. I hate cleaning up mess, after mess, after mess, after mess. And I can't show anything but encouragement to the tiny, (trying) mess-maker when all I feel like doing is screaming!
Between the baby getting molars and the potty training puddles (and worse), I'm totally losing it. Totally.
I need to go outside and scream out loud, but my neighbors are all home from work, so I'm experimenting with yelling on a blog as therapy. Thanks for your help.
And now I have some laundry to do.
