Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Just When You Think

that your daughter is some kind of genius and is going to be potty trained early, she has an accident (except that it was pretty deliberate) in the tub while you're giving her a bath and to deceive you, she doesn't give fair warning like she usually does and you are simply alerted by the smell. You continue bathtime in panic mode because admit it, you are pretty prone to hysteria and can lose your head over the most minor of situations. You emerge from the ordeal needing a drink, but it's high noon and there's nothing dandy except an old bottle of wine in the fridge. You have nobody else to tell except your sick sister, who finds mirth in the episode you recount and defeated, you think, "there's the silver lining in all this." Gosh, the stress levels of motherhood...