Come celebrate TO-PUT-OFF-UNTIL-TOMORROW TUESDAY!

It is officially TO-PUT-OFF-UNTIL-TOMORROW TUESDAY. It is at my house, anyway. Here is a list of some of the things I've been forced to put off until tomorrow:

1. the last load of laundry
2. dinner dishes
3. putting my enormous amount of photos in frames
4. hanging that big mirror that weighs a ton and has been leaning against the wall since we moved in (I promised myself it would get hung today)
5. painting items to sell (ditto-see above)
6. writing work for The Treasure Hunters
7. van registration- already too late in the day to call the DMV office to resolve address change issue

I've been so sick today, allergies, sinus pain and pressure, nose like a faucet (sorry TMI). The baby was unusually needy today (even for her). I had to wash the couch cover AGAIN, because I was too busy writing things up for our website to notice that she was sitting on it way too long watching (being hypnotised by) T.V. and not being reminded that "YES, you DO need to make a trip to the potty, missy". Two truck loads of wood needed to be unloaded and stacked for splitting after Hubby got out of work and I found out right before 4 o'clock that I had to bring pizza over to the school so the girls would have dinner at their practice; someone forgot to mention that yesterday or this morning....geez. I'm writing this quickly before I go back over to the school for the kid's parent band conference and performance. And...I've got to leave in a few. Well, that's why I decided that today is :TO-PUT-OFF-UNTIL-TOMORROW TUESDAY.

Meet me tomorrow...we'll be celebrating WHY-NOT-WAIT -UNTIL-IT'S-NOT-SO-WARM-OR-WHENEVER WEDNESDAY

It wouldn't hurt to go back to Pre-school

We moved the potty from the living room to the bathroom to get Baby used to the idea of using the bathroom; and because, frankly, we weren't thrilled of the graphic visual images and fragrant scents we were living with for a few months. Also, it was mildly (horribly) shocking to our guests, too.
Well, Baby said she needed to go. And because I was a little occupied, I directed her to the bathroom and sent her on her way to do what she had to do independently- she's good at pulling down pants and wiping after herself. My intentions were to follow behind in another minute to help with checking the bottom, hand washing and disposing of the dirty deed/job well done/outcome, etc. Well, ya know how it goes, guess I wasn't speedy enough because out she came, standing at the end of the hall yelling to me, "I dump the poopy". Uh, oh! Quickly I called, "No, mommy will dump the poopy!" as I ran towards her. "No, I dump the poopy!" she retorted. "No, I dump the poopy!", blasted desperately from my suddenly-two-year-old mouth as I reached her. She turned and ran toward the bathroom and we raced each other there. We were neck and neck as we got to the little pink throne. "See, I dump the poopy", she said. I looked in shock from her potty to the toilet, then burst out laughing. She had dumped the potty herself! And only a few drops had fallen on the seat. Whew. I started breathing again. It's amazing that sometimes your great efforts to raise and teach your children to be responsible, independent and accountable really do come to fruition in small doses. Even when the child is two and their greatest responsibilities are to not fall when they run, to get to the potty on time, and to not pull the cat's tail.
Now, if only I could get myself to follow her lead; I might get done what I'm supposed to get done today.
Wish me luck, I need it.