Oh, you say, so sweet. She loves her mom so much. And I do...oh I do...and I love baking bread and talking shop with my mom...but my jubilation is utterly selfish. Completely.
My mom is the ultimate Potty Trainer. And I have taken advantage.
Confession: I have only trained one of my 5 children. Dani. Jake did it himself, for the most part. My mom trained Andy 3 years ago. I had nothing to do with it. And now, while she's been emptying the portable plastic potty for the last 2 days for my 4th born, I've been...uh...I hesitate to say...shopping.
I know. Brat.
Here is where I lose all credibility and no longer relate to my loyal and loving blog readers because now I have admitted my spoiled rotten-ness. Yes, indeed, I spent a complete 3 hours ALONE at Marshalls and Old Navy finding deal upon deal and resisting impulse buys, while my sweet and so generous mother whom I love so much was at home teaching my child how to pee in a pot.
It's kinda like when Kate + her 8 gets the free trip to the penguin farm and you're like "uh, this isn't real life. Whatever." Or when you love a blog because the author is so much like you and then she talks about her appearance on Martha. But you still love her, you just know there's no longer a chance she'll be your bff someday. Or when the lady at church says she's so tired because she only got 8 hours of sleep last night and your sleep-deprived self is like "I hate you."
Don't worry guys. I don't sleep much. I still work hard and suffer with you in all other areas of yuckiness. I wipe the noses, the dirty bums, the unidentified stickiness.
But yet, it's true. I did shop.
A little guilt. I got a pair of Levis for $15.