Thursday, February 09, 2012

Potty Rock Anthem

I wish I could say that being a mom to a 3 year old has made me a seasoned parent.
It hasn't.
The wonderful thing about kids is that each age brings something new and exciting.
For us, it's peeing every 90 minutes at night. Seriously, she's like a camel. Where does she store it?
Now this might not seem like a big deal. Huzzah! The kid is old enough and knows that she needs to potty and she wakes up and goes.
Ah, but she's three. You can't trust a three year old to wipe just yet. A pediatrician friend told me me the horrible infections she's seen and it's been engrained in my head.
So when she wakes, a parent wakes.
It's simply wonderful waking up from a slumber to wipe someone.
It's a dream come true.
I know this too shall pass.
Last night was rough though.
This morning, I'm still feeling the effects of an unrestful night's sleep. I went to the basement to throw out the recycleables only to enter the elevator and head back up to my apartment instead of the lobby to head outside.
Why did America get rid of the siesta again?