I'm laughing, not truly stressed, but man. This morning we start potty training DS. No biggie, I was a nanny, this isn't the first kid I've potty trained. DS is consistently mellow and cooperative, not a stubborn bone in his body. But this is how our morning started: "Diaper off, bud, it's potty day!" DS: "No." Awesome.
Then there's DD. I was hoping to wait until after a family camping weekend in a week because the RNP is so portable, but I'm watching her on the monitor and she's trying to roll over in her RNP so I guess it's time to swaddle and crib wean. Today. Because of course.
Commiseration?
(Credit to Hyperbole and a Half for photo)