$1,000 well spent

This is the amount that Mr. Yoy and I feel comfortable paying a specialist to come and toilet train our son.

Today was brutal.  We surrender.  Can't you see us waving our white flag?

Anyway, both boys are finally asleep.  I am decompressing in the beautiful sound of silence.

Some highlights of the day include not leaving the house.

I was allotted a whole 12 minutes of alone time, including bathroom breaks.

My shower time was interrupted by a flustered Mr. Yoy. He was waving what I like to call his "panic hands" as he stormed into the shower and briskly told me to hurry up.

For the record, I hadn't washed my hair in two days. Can't a girl get some good hair conditioning time? Apparently, the answer is NO.

Little E had a bomb in his diaper and Big E had tinkled all over Mr. Yoy's office.  I guess Mr. Yoy tried to carry him to the toilet so there was a trail of urine from his office to the potty.

Oy.  Disaster.  Also, mildly funny.

Especially after I told Mr. Yoy, who was lounging on the couch watching football during my shower time, that he had to keep asking Big E if he had to go to the bathroom.

Mr. Yoy left around 3 this afternoon to go to the Falcons game.  This left me alone.  With two terrorists.

One wouldn't nap.

One couldn't remember if he had to go to the bathroom.


I repeated myself over and over and over and over again. When did I become this annoying?

There were some successes.

I was able to get Big E to use the toilet multiple times including a giant poop.  He was so surprised he "made dirt"!  So was I!

He also didn't barf from the 10 lbs of crap he ingested during the day-long bribery candyfest.
I'm exhausted from being on code red alert all day.  No dozing in the playroom chair for this mom.

The worst part is, I have to get up and do it all again tomorrow.  I'm hoping Big E doesn't regress overnight and start messing up our floors again tomorrow.

For those of you that have gone through this with your kids, I find you amazing.  This is the most trying thing Big E and I have done together, aside from birthing him.

For those of you that have this on the horizon, I empathize with your anxiety and dread surrounding the process.

For those of you without kids, this could be a deal breaker.

Wish me luck for tomorrow!
Do they mean my tears or my kid's?


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