where i get back to the basics: pee, and also poop

Hi friends! I haven't had much of anything to say because I got a bajillion projects in and had to work instead of blogging (MASSIVE PROBLEM) and then my mom wrote me to see if I was feeling better re: EARGATE and while I was, a bit, I felt I needed to write back and explain to her why I had been upset. Because, you know, they were surprised I was upset.

THEN she gave me the silent treatment until today when I wrote about my incontinent child (HOLY SHIT) and how said child's incontinence may or may not affect my parents' visit with the older three children, which is planned for the week of the 11th. Then she wrote back as though nothing had ever happened. Maybe this family conflict is the reason God has seen fit to prevent this child from fully potty training. EVER. And maybe now God will heal my child's mind/colon of its infirmity? God? Do you hear me? It's your child, Jennifer...? Potty training? ...Sigh.

OH CRAP I just realized that blogging is the key to my emotions. I've been able to control my ridiculous sobbing for days, until now. I feel it welling up. Nooooo! Not okay to cry about incontinence jokes! Control yourself, Self!

To get this blog back on track and on topic (i.e. few feelings but lots of pee) let me tell you a story of how I'm an awesome mom.

So we're going to this Wednesday night church program, which is fantastic because so far all I've done is drop the kids off in their classes, then sit and catch up with one of my several friends who also drop their kids off there on Wednesday nights. My kids get churched, and I get peace and quiet.

This past Wednesday, Haney had shot herself with a water bottle in the car between T-ball and church, so I changed her using supplies from my McGuyver Pack (thank you, blog reader who I don't know if I should link to since this uses your real name) and congratulated myself on being awesome. But that's where I stopped being awesome, because then my brain shorted out and I brought in a pull-up in case she had an accident, but no other clothes.

And of course, she peed her pants.

I came to pick her up and she was wearing borrowed shorts over her pull-up, and the teacher commented about having cleaned her shoes, and I thought, "Hmm. Why didn't I just have her wear the pull-up?" But apparently it's because I wanted all the other parents of 3s and 4s to know how awesome I am. Yes, I brought that pull-up -- even printed a diaper bag label for it -- but didn't bring any other clothes. What can I say? I'm a great planner.