I Don't Want To Be Ungrateful...

but it's embedded in my skill set, so I can't really help myself.

Three words: Vacation. Bible. School.

I love the Presbyterian church that is down the street from us. They have a really active children's ministry that is open to the community, not just members. So for $50, I bought myself 3 child-free hours, for five days straight. Angels singing, palm fronds waving, all is happy and right with my ever-lovin' world. Right?

Except...Red is just starting to really understand the whole potty thing. And now, for a huge chunk of the morning, he's in a Pull-up, not thinking about using a toilet. There are new toys and pretty teen-age girls in this room. My little man is in heaven. Seriously, he cried when I left, but three minutes later, I peeked in the window and he was in the arms of a young woman, stroking her hair, laughing and talking up a storm. *insert eye roll here*

So it's not even on his radar, which means we are taking a pretty major step backwards in the whole potty process. If I were more committed to this endeavor, I probably would have cancelled his registration and kept him home, while Missy enjoyed some Mommy-less time. But hello???? Throw away 15 child-free hours so I can get peed on? OH HELL NO! That's not committed, that's need to be committed.

Who knows where we'll be come Saturday. I may be starting at square one, or he may snap right back to it. I'll be trying to keep us on track in the afternoons, while I simultaneously make dinner, do the laundry, manage the teen's boredom and wear the little ones out enough to go to bed on time. No big whoop. Piece of cake.

Come visit me in the asylum, okay? I hear they serve cookies.