One of Those Days

It's one of those days. Here's a list:

- Every morning the boys wake up at 5:30am. It is pitch black. Every morning Nicholas's bed is soaking wet because his diaper leaked. His diaper isn't leaking because it's on wrong, or doesn't fit. It's leaking because the boy pees so much at night that the diaper can not possibly contain all of the pee, so it ends up all over his PJ's and his bedsheets. The first thing I do every day, at 5:30am, in the pitch dark, is to strip his sheets and start laundry.

- I'm potty training Nick. Which is a pain. He's doing well. Sometimes he even pees on the potty. But mostly not. And I promised I wouldn't talk about it too much because no one wants to hear it and Nick will hate me later for telling people, but when we go every 20 minutes, and we go, and he doesn't pee, and his diaper is dry, then 20 minutes later we go again, but his diaper is wet, and he doesn't pee, and he doesn't care, and it seems like a big huge waste of time... am I crazy? it's very frustrating, and we've just started.

- See this wonderful sweather in this picture? I love this sweater. Nick wore it. Nate wore it. Then today I accidentally washed it with the regular wash in warm water, and it's wool, and now I have a baby doll it might fit because it's THAT SMALL. I ruined it. Not baby food, not spit up, not even grass stains from playing in it. It was me and my ineptitudity for laundry.

- I have been using words like ineptitudity all day.

- People have been cutting me off and stealing my parking spaces all morning.


That's it. I won't go on, mostly because it's not worth it. My brother Jamie should be home at last! Jamie - call me! Then come and visit me! We shall force you to visit indoor playgrounds and play Monopoly while eating apple pie until you explode. As I have done.

Tomorrow I leave for Tennessee, and I'll be there until Saturday, so I may not post much. But maybe I will. Who knows?