I am clearing my schedule for next week. I am rescheduling appointments, and cramming this week full of too-much-ery so that I will have next to nothing on the slate for next week. Why?
I am going to do it.
I am really going to start...
Potty training the twins.
I am scared out of my mind. I am considering investing in face masks, latex gloves, one of those mechanical grabbers... and someone to replace me for the week...
I have a very sensitive gag reflex, a strong aversion to poop, and a raging desire to take a nap.
This is going to be work. I am just imagining how next week is going to go. Take a journey with me:
I will be sitting on the couch feeding the baby (who has a tendency to eat very slowly) and then something of the potty training variety will happen. I will probably smell it before I see it. It will most likely involve rug, the furniture, or both. There will be crying. (mostly on my part)
I hope they master this skill very quickly. Because I will keep them in diapers. They make diapers that big nowadays. And I am not afraid to use them. I don't mind changing three diapers. I do mind having to use public restrooms... with two other kids in tow...
I really, really, don't want to do this!