I HATE POTTY TRAINING. He peed on my blanket. My BLANKET. My special have-to-have-it blue blanket. He knew he had to pee, but instead of going to the potty he PEED ON MY FAVORITE BLANKET. I did find $3 worth of quarters in my wallet, though, so I was able to wash it. Of course that was after I had a hissy fit.
I've had a crazy two days, and I thought many times about how to explain it to my bloggy friends. And now I'm finally just chill and so I'm unable to articulate myself.