Please bear with me while I moan, sniff, grovel...I am beat.
It appears as tho' we've been kissed by pigs (or, so I like to think anytime one of the kiddos begins to sniffle, cough, or sneeze)...tending to our gaggle of ill children (and, really, who am I to complain...presently we're only at 2 outta 5, not too horrible) makes for a tired mama.
That, and...living my day in 30 minute increments.
Again, not complaining...to have a baby girl so intent on potty training is fabulous...it's just that the setting, resetting, setting, resetting of my handy kitchen timer to remind us, "it's time to go potty!!!"...gets a smidge tiring. And, add to it, the additional 3 times in 30 minutes that Tiny Girl would proclaim, "POTTY!!" and we'd rush to bathroom, and she'd squeeze out a couple of drops of potty and be on her merry little way...that's a lot of rushing. Something I'm not too entirely used to.
I ain't no spring chicken anymore...I was all over this potty training gig with the first three...number four was so, so...number five, and I'm ready for bed by 7 pm...after 18 gazillion trips up the stairs.
Do you have any idea how many calories I burned today? 18 gazillion trips is a whole heckuva lot of stairs!! I don't need no stinkin' stairmaster!!
Just give me a baby to potty train, and I'll be burning calories like Michael Phelps.
Which makes me wonder...think I can adopt his 12,000 calorie diet yet?
Hmmmm...*sigh, stretch, yawn*...I dunno, but this mama needs her bed.
See ya in the mornin'!