Project 52 | EIGHT

Oh potty training. Gotta say...I didn't love it. And at the end of the day, Cash didn't quite understand it. So we'll be revisiting this training again in a few more months. He understood that he had GONE potty, but not that he needed to GO potty. We celebrated every single potty. Except once 4:00 had come around. I was done. Done, done and done. You know those days when you sit in an office (or in the most boring class on your schedule) and every ten minutes feels like an hour? Yep...that was me after 4. I handed the reigns over to Mat and happily ran slipped away to start dinner. I'll be glad when it all clicks. Then I'll do a happy dance and make a dinner that consists of more than just...take out. Haha, I think I pretty much told Mat I wasn't cooking and that if we wanted to eat that he'd better make a run to the El Michoacano for carnitas.

I made cookies to celebrate Cash's successes of the day then regretted that decision when 11:00pm rolled around and the kid was STILL roaring like a dinosaur. Cash, sugar and sleep are so not BFFs.