Today my son pooped on a chair in the living room.
He did then scramble down and finish in his potty, but, still. Poop. On my chair.
He also peed on my bed.
Transitioning from diapers to potties is not for the faint of heart.
Today I made a peach tart and a spice cake and failed at making grape fruit roll-ups.
Today my son helped me make my bed and helped me make spice cake and ate all of his meals and checked out my library books (with a little help) and learned about the button that opens the front door to the library so that now he can do it himself.
Today I snapped at my son more than once.
We all do things we’re proud of and things we wish we could undo.