I have disappeared into a potty training, hockey mom black hole of hell. The day after my last post, Shel, my beloved (and helpful) husband left town for the weekend. A weekend that included 9 hockey games, 2 birthday parties, running the church nursery and a potty training two year old.
He came home to a wife on the brink of a nervous breakdown. And the next day my 17 month old decided - in fact demanded - to be potty trained. In case you wondered potty training a toddler and then potty training a SECOND toddler is not nearly as fun as it sounds.
And then Jayde started climbing out of her crib.
Oh and did I mention the 3 teenagers and 2 toddlers, and the thankfully easy tween? I won't even MENTION the 2 Jack Russells in this post and the case of the fence climbing, neighbour annoying, escape artist mutt who is supposed to be healing up her leg.
This, or some version like this, is what I come back to. Fully clothed IN THE SINK.
Life is back in full swing. I promise to be a better blogger this week.
If I don't strangle myself with toilet paper first.