It’s a little past noon on Sunday, people. Here’s the count:
Pee output not made by me but cleaned up by me: 2
Both by Katelynn. Both on my two-year-old deep pile winter-wheat-colored frieze carpet. And Naked Potty Training HAD been going so. well.
Poop output not made by me but cleaned up by me: 3*
Two (yes two) by Katelynn, in her diaper, both within thirty minutes of the discontinuation of Naked Potty Training for today. One by Maddie, our grouchy long-haired Chihuahua, on my two-year-old deep pile winter- . . . oh, hell, you get the picture.
Hope you’re having an outstanding Sunday as well. But for good reasons.
Later.
* edited to add — Up the poop count to FOUR y’all. Emma didn’t feel like wiping her own butt today and besides God is punishing me for not going to church.
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