Music to my ears?

9:51 p.m.

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.

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.