Boxes and Toilets

I made a promise to myself that I would not let the weekend go by without at least making SOME kind of start on the packing process.  So far, that progress consists of going to the Uhaul around the corner to buy my favorite, wonderful, most perfect packing tape* ever, and then packing 5 boxes (so far).  Ugh.  Moving sucks!

Today while running errands, K asked to use the potty twice.  Again with me the doubter, I wasn’t sure the 2nd time was for real but I took her anyway, and lo and behold, the kid POOPED.  This is major progress!  I called her a potty rockstar, and she seized on that phrase right away and has been parroting it back to anyone that will listen (hhaha sorry about that phone call, Uncle Bubba!).  However, the joy over today’s earlier perfect performance record was somewhat tempered when she pooed in her underwear after we got home (just as I was dozing off for my 20 minute micro nap–the kid has radar).  Oh well. 

Along with cleaning house, starting the packing process, and herding pooping children around, I have been letting my inner werewolf out this weekend.  Yes, it’s so wonderful to be out of school for a few precious weeks and have a little time to geekify myself and blow up pixelated critters/zombies/insects.  It’s very therapeutic.

*I have a minor obsession with Uhaul’s awesome extra-strong, easily-tearable, paper-based packing tape.  FF thinks I am nuts but I refuse to pack boxes without this tape.