This weekend started off with two signs of the apocalypse. After a very long work week where I traveled across the country in two days, I was expecting the usual marathon weekend.
But on Saturday morning, Things 1, 2, and 3 ALL slept until 7am. Unprecedented. Saturday morning, I declared I had just had the best night sleep in four years. Eight hours of uninterrupted slumber. It was incredible.
Then, Thing 2, who has just started potty training, went #2 in the potty for the first time. If you are a new reader, we have had many, many struggles in this department with Thing 1. So this event was a sign of a new chapter in my life. One of restful sleep and normal potty relations.
Birds were chirping. The sun was shining. It was going to be a glorious day!
Oh, how things can change in a hurry. Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in!
The potty success was short lived. The baby sitter, who we depend on every two weeks for a few hours of mommy daddy time, canceled. Some lame excuse about spitting up blood. And Thing 3 decided he would start teething again this weekend.
Well, now it’s 6:40pm on Sunday. I love Sunday nights. The baths are done. The kids are fed. The wine is flowing. We are all exhausted, quietly watching a Disney movie. Not much longer now. I’ll make it.
When the weekend began, I thought the apocalypse was upon us. Rest assured, it is not.
LOL….congrats on the 8 hours of slumber. I don’t know what that is…it is vaguely familiar. The potty training experience makes me feel like there is hope. In the past two weeks, my oldest went #2 twice in the toilet. Celebration time…..come on….let’s celebrate and have a good time. Yes, it was party central at my household!
Oh, potty training…
We go through good phases and then bad with my 2-year old.
Good luck