So my darling son, the terrorist has recently decided that he no longer needs to wear a diaper. Ever. The child isn’t even 2 yet and somehow has started to potty train himself. I’m officially out. I am no longer needed apparently.
You think I’d be really excited and happy at the prospect of not having to change diapers for much longer, but I’m not. I’m not ready. In my delusional mind I had the perfect plan. . . continue reading. . .
