Potty training can go suck a dick.
This is day 2 of pissy floor hell. Bird is doing slightly better with it, but only because I'm harassing my toddler. Literally, harassing her. Ever.Single.Second.
"Sweetie, make sure you tell Momma if you have to go peeps, okay? We want to stay dry!"
"Sweetie? Did you hear me?"
It's almost as if I was invited to an R. Kelly party mid 00's.
My floors have never been so clean. My furniture has been bleached more times than a porn stars ass-hole. I have no idea why I decided this was the time to try potty training. But, we're knee deep in day 2 so I might as well try until Monday night. School starts on Tuesday for her and hopefully, we'll learn about the 'urge' and the 'need' and all of this 'listen to your body' nonsense.
In other news, I have remained strong with my no-faceybookness. It's weird not knowing what the fuck my 'friends' are doing every second of every minute of every hour of every day. Oddly enough, I also haven't heard from anyone either. Granted, I'm not reaching out either so I can't really complain. Solitude with toddler is my friend.
I don't feel like I've gained hours of my life back or that I've really accomplished anything other than adding to my antisocialness.