I need some time off.
Today was a bad day that got progressively worse (I HATE potty training!), and I feel like I’ve been dragged behind a team of wild horses.
I would love a few days without kids or husband (sorry, Hon– it’s not you, it’s me) or pets or responsibilities. I’d love a few days where I don’t have to answer to anyone, where I can eat (or not!) on my own schedule, nap (or not!) when I get tired, and spend my time doing what I want to do.
With nary a potty chair in sight.
I would love to spend my time at a luxury spa, but really, I’m not picky. I could be just as happy at a local motel (with room service and a jetted tub). It’s the escape I crave, rather than the ambiance. Calgon, take me away!
Is it too much to ask that the magic Potty Fairy has Anthony fully trained when I return?
Maybe after a week by myself I’d be well-rested enough to tackle it on my own, without wanting to beat myself silly with the potty chair.
(I’d rather turn it over to the magic Potty Fairy.)
(I’d even be willing to sacrifice my vacation.)
(Did I just say that out loud?)