the fifteen or twenty minutes it takes the coffee to brew are the worst minutes of the day. damn slow coffemaker. proof that if you try to do many things, you will not do them as well as you could — the combination of coffee, espresso, and cappuccino foamer, well, it’s a bit much i suppose.
what feels even worse is, if you are drawn (as a good ‘net junkie ought to be) to check your email first thing, and you hear the bathroom door close behind the other occupant of the house (who takes a long, long time in there and makes it uninhabitable afterward).
that did not happen this morning. i’m just not focused on this post just yet and i needed to put something so all that bad language isn’t right at the top. so, i go to clean things up, and end up posting about the potty anyway.
i think living with a four year old boy gets to you after awhile. everything’s about the poopy, or the peepee. and you know, since he got into playing computer games, incidents involving him bouncing around the house hollering about ‘poop’ are way down, while incidents of actual poop are way up — he loves his computer so much, and these online games don’t seem to have pause buttons? or maybe my kid doesn’t have a pause function built in him? because, his potty training’s gone down the tubes. well, not the plumbing tubes. no.
i’m working on it. limited success (at least when he does it he’s scared, ’cause he knows no more puter for however long). but i need it to stop. he’s going to be five in june. i need the poop to stop.
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forty-nine came out rather well.