Today has been one of those days where I wish, wish, wish I could have just crawled back into bed to draw up the covers and stay there for the next 12 hours… or at least until my sweet husband got home from work to rescue me. 

One and half weeks of pretty decent potty training efforts culminated in ultimate disaster today.  And by disaster, I mean that I am pretty sure my little Lovey is deliberately plotting against me.  I am not overstating when I say that this is my absolute least favorite part of being a mother.  I would give almost anything to let someone else do this job.  I am not sure what is worse, the additional excesses of laundry or the pure grossness of it all.

Add to that the smashed snow globe on the dining room floor, Lovey playing “sandbox” in the Malt-O-Meal she intentionally dumped in the kitchen, and the week-old sippy cup discovery I made under the couch… I was seriously pining for a real life rewind button.

I love my girlies.  They really are angels most of the time.  Today was not one of them.  

Ready to start again tomorrow…