Sometimes, Potty Training Requires ALL CAPS
I realize posts containing actual written content have been a little sparse around here over the past month, and I would love to tell you that I’m enjoying this lovely summer by lounging on the beach and listening to the waves crash onto the shore, BUT that’s not the case.
You see, I’m drowning in urine. Wito’s urine, to be exact. It seems Wito can deposit his urine anywhere in the house BUT THE TOILET.
It’s pretty much all I’m thinking about at this point in time, and I had a feeling many of you would rather NOT hear about our potty escapades. Hence, the relative whoorl silence, BUT NOT ANYMORE. I am embarking on six weeks of posts about NOTHING but potty training, and I CAN NOT WAIT TO GET THINGS OFF MY CHEST. (For instance, why are you telling me you don’t need to go potty when you are squirming on the floor, sweating and holding your crotch?! NEWSFLASH: YOU NEED TO GO POTTY.)
(Sometimes, potty training requires ALL CAPS. You were so right, Yvonne.)
Luckily for many of you, it won’t be here. However, if you are currently being sucked into the peepee potty black hole or wonder what a mind-numbing kind of place that is, you might enjoy these posts.
See that cute little green box at the top of my sidebar? (I made that, by the way. ALL BY MYSELF. Sometimes, newly-acquired mad Photoshop skillz require ALL CAPS.) Click on that sucker and you’ll be sent directly to my completely rational and loving (haaaaaa) posts about potty training Wito. I hope to see you there.
Now, back to our regularly-scheduled shopping/wine-guzzling/Polaroid-taking/all things non-potty whoorl posts. Phew.