Her toddler toilet is a frog, and it is placed in front of our regular toilet in our bathroom. Her head is resting on the toilet seat in front of her.
I would take a picture of this, but since she dropped my IPhone in the toilet about an hour ago, I am not able to do so.
And I am wondering how other mothers do this. Like the Duggars. Extreme example, I know...but I'm totally serious. Or people with three toddlers at once.
I have a friend with triplets. How did she do it without drowning herself?
I losing my marbles...trying to be patient all the time. Because being patient is definitely not in my nature.
It takes every little thread of effort I have within me sometimes to even be NICE. I don't think of myself as a particularly nice person.
The poop smears and crying is the threshold at which I am about to jump and fall...fall...fall... I'm cracking.
I'm reading Kurt Vonnegut books, and he is starting to make sense ~ he may be brilliant even. Why yes....mirrors could be "leaks." Time travel certainly could be possible....why not?
I've been out in public lately with eyebrows done in purple eyeshadow. I thought it was brown. No one said anything.
I made it through most of the day with one dangly earring. No one said anything.
I forgot to put deodorant on one armpit yesterday. I was in Target and I smelled this horrendous stench and I became really angry.
Body odor makes me really angry...like crazy angry. Because it is so avoidable. I mean, MIND YOUR FUNK, people. Then...I smelled my right armpit and realized the stench was coming from ME. ME!! I got my dinner items and hustled home quickly.
I wanted to go to Zumba this morning, but I have a kid sleeping on the toilet.
And as she fell asleep, apparently, she dropped my IPhone in the toilet.
"I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over.
Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center."
Kurt Vonnegut
