I hear singing upstairs.
I know it isn't Lauren or William (they are sleeping, thank goodness!).
The voice is too high to be Hadland.
Then I hear the lyrics...
"Poopy again, poopy again, I'm poopy again." (do-do-do-sol, do-do-do-sol, sol-mi, re-re do--for those of you who solfeg)
Gratefully, I am not mad. Just kind of amused.
It isn't that this is the second poopy diaper tonight.
Or that my 3-year-old is the last one awake on most nights (even without a nap, sniff-sniff).
I think that when you can sing and beautifully enunciate your bowel happenings, your mom REALLY needs to take potty-training seriously.
I think I may need to finish moving in before I tackle that.
I already feel tired by the laundry.
It is good to kind-of be back.
I may post again. Maybe soon. Maybe not.