Ok, it wasn't THAT bad, but there were a few times where I found myself whining to Aaron that our house would never be clean again. Especially after Stinky felt the need to play INSIDE his toy box with all his toys and then forgot to climb out in order to go potty. That right there is a germophobe's nightmare.
|Aaron told me to stand up straight. This, apparently, is what that means to me.|
BUT! It is finished! We have gone through our first potty training experience and lived to tell the tale.
In celebration, I put on my red pants. Sure, I still didn't GO anywhere (still too scary) and I didn't wash my hair (I did put my bangs in a french braid, which counts), and I put on the first shirt I grabbed (probably needs to be tossed, actually) but at least I wasn't wearing yoga pants that smelled vaguely like a public restroom. It's the small victories.
|Undershirt- DEB, Shirt- ?, Pants- Gap|