July 12, 2007 by Marj Hatzell
Third time’s the charm, right? Does that mean that from now on it is good luck?
Last evening, in the chaos of waiting for BIL’s plane, making dinner, quieting doggies scared of thunderstorms and reassuring nervous children we forgot all about Bugaboo. We also declined to remember that Bugaboo had not gone to the bathroom for two days. When he disappeared into the basement playroom, his favorite place to unwind, I had no idea he would come back upstairs covered in it.
And I mean, covered. Like, waist down. And a few other places. It seems that he finally had the urge to go and then took off his diaper. And then went again and again and again.
Doesn’t smell great down there right now. I spent a loooong time scrubbing, disinfecting and steaming. And I will be VERY happy when he is finally potty trained, although at the moment I am not holding my breath. He is four-and-a-half and not even CLOSE.