Nora! Way to Swiffer!
Or is it Swiff?.....
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Nora! Way to Swiffer!
Or is it Swiff?.....
Toilet training a newborn just sounds weird.
That's all I've got so far today. I'm tired despite sleep, and my head hurts.
Toilet training a toddler is work enough. One of the plusses of infants is the portability. When they start walking, they're no longer as portable, and toilet training is sort of the tradeoff for that. To my way of thinking, anyway.
Erin, thinking lots of coping-ma at you till Friday. Also, what -t said about Gimlet being vaccinated. If she's been to the vet for her shots, she should be FeL-protected, and T/Jule/ip will be too, once she's had her shots. Actually, shots are a good idea whether they go outside or not. They can escape, or wander, and with most kitty diseases all it takes is a scrap and a bite to transfer.
Also, the head-hurty imps need to leave Buffistas alone.
Okay, Mom realized at 9pm she'd finished her last Pepsi, and I was a bad enough daughter to refuse to go out and get her more last night. I'm sure she never got a wink of sleep worrying about it, so I must go haul in a case or two to relieve her mind. After a run to the CU. Laters on.
t nothing to see here, just crazy stressed-out Susan...
I think it sounds like a lot of work,
Um, yeah. And it sounds fucking insane to me, too. Who has that kind of time????
t more of the same....
Not only can I fucking not get into my fucking gmail, the fucking TV won't fucking turn on! The Tivo and the cable box all look to be working. It's the TV itself. I've tried turning it on with both remotes and with the button on the set, and nothing. Nada.
Have you tried unplugging the TV, waiting a bit, and plugging it back in?
my gmail's back.
Family lore has my Father toilet training himself at 10 months. When he had to go he'd fuss until his Mother put him on the potty too.
See, his brother who was 18 months older was potty-training at the time.
He was the only one of her eight children (all similarly spaced) to do so.
So I've got this toddler who's conditioned to expect Sesame Street right after breakfast screaming her head off.
That sucks, Susan. I remember the tantrum my nephew threw when they changed the time on one of his favorite tv shows. It was awful. Best of luck with everything.