Sadie woke up Wednesday stating that she wanted to wear big-girl underwear. I thought, "Wow! am I ready for this? Is she ready for this?" But, I decided to go along with it. Hey, if she is interested, why not spend the whole day cleaning my carpet, furniture and dozens of pairs of underwear?
After two successes and seven failures, she started to lose interest and was whole-heartily fighting it. I caved and put a diaper on her for the night and have not mentioned potty-training to her since. I see nothing wrong with waiting until she is begging me to potty train her and/or starting kindergarten to face this torture again. I have to remind myself that she is her own little sensitive, stubborn, clever person and does things in her own little sensitive, stubborn, clever way. How can two sisters be so different? My sisters and I weren't that different, were we? (Warning: lots of unnecessary rhetorical questions used throughout this post!)
Today the girls helped me mop the kitchen floor.
Really, it has been needing it for a couple of weeks now. I can't believe that I put it off for this long. I consider myself someone who has to clean and have everything in its place. I think the me of ten years ago would be outraged at the me of today and the slob I have become!
My girls were so wonderful to help me and spend some quality cleaning time with me. Although Kylie did try to quit early and I told her that she needed to clean until she was breaking a sweat. That it would put hair on her chest and meat on her bones. It would make her into the kind of person that this country needs to lead us into a better and brighter tomorrow...
Okay, not really. They pretty much spilled water all over the floor, Kylie pulled Sadie around on the towel and then they put blankets over the chairs and pretended that they were at school. What a great morning!



