Rough

Today was rough. It's one in the morning, and I'm still don't feel like I've quite caught my breath. In fact, I just got out of bed to eat lunch/dinner because I realized I felt ravished since the last two meals got skipped. (Not by the children, of course, just me.)

I'm on day three of potty training Skylie. It has gone surprisingly well and she's caught on to the whole idea like a champ. I'm amazed, and I mean AMAZED that my strong-willed two-year-old has relented to sitting on her throne every 20 minutes for the past three days. (Thank you chocolate chips and marshmallows!)

With that being said I don't think there's anything super easy about potty training. Continually taking her to the bathroom, trying to be super excited about all things potty, and attempting to function and take care of an infant is no walk in the park. Today I had two cute one-year-olds over for a few hours as well, and well--toddlers are toddlers and they don't make any job easy.

From 7 a.m. until 9 p.m. I felt like there was always someone who needed my attention. Even now, ironically, my infant has woken up and is fussing (Let's see if she goes back to sleep on her own.). Once my little ones were finally asleep the house was (and is still) in complete disarray. Matt worked late tonight, and when he arrived home he described the situation well: "It looks like you've been watching a bunch of kids and potty training at the same time."

A few days ago a coworker of Matt's ignorantly (and I mean that in the kindest way--he simply hasn't experienced motherhood) suggested that I could "volunteer to fill my time". I didn't say much to his comment, but inside I laughed as I imagined: Me, hauling my rambunctious two-year-old and baby to a soup kitchen to dish out meals. Yes, that is exactly what I should do because this 24/7 job of motherhood isn't enough. ;)

Adieu. I'm now going to volunteer some of my time to my baby.

P.S. Anyone want to dispense their potty training wisdom to me? I'm all ears.