Wake up call

Tuesday, December 1, 2015
When I got pregnant, no one told me how glamorous motherhood could be.

This morning I was woken up by the sound of small shuffling feet. I opened my eyes to find The Biscuit staring at me with her pajama bottoms down around her ankles and her hand outstretched.

P: “I need help washing my hand.”
Me, barely awake: “What happened?”
P: “There’s poop on it because I tried to wipe my butt by myself and I didn’t do a good job.”
Me: 😐

I’m sure Beyoncé has the same super-glamorous morning routines. Thankfully, the toilet training is going well.
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