Mopsy is potty training herself.  The bad news is:  ditto...and everywhere I turn there's poop, poop, POOP! 

I wasn't quite ready for the "big girl" routine.  See, I was being kind to Mopsy with a new baby in the house...but Mopsy has deemed herself ready.  She's adept at undressing herself and removing the diaper.  None of my other 2yo's did this.  Unfortunately, she's not so adept at getting off the throne without leaving evidence she has been there.  Scrub either.  Between them, the cat, and my child on laxatives...well, I won't get too descriptive.  Oh, the laundry.

I am a magnet for this sort of thing, as my flybaby friends could tell you.  The stories I could tell....

In spite of constant wiping of tushies and washing of yuckies, I have accomplished a few things today.  The kids and I wiped out the second mountain in the laundry range, and put it all away.  I cleaned another garbage bag's worth of clothes out of my closet.  Separated all the newborn clothes out of Pudge's drawer.  Got the seasonal clothes tucked back in the girls' closets.  Washed more laundry.  Straightened up my bedroom.  Cleaned the Perpetually Stinky Bathroom (in which the cat box is contained).  And listed a couple of things on eBay.  In between Pudge feedings and coddlings.  Amazing what you can get done when you don't homeschool. 

When DH gets home, it's errands:  medicine for tummy-boy, get rid of fling at dear Ms. Mary's-who-takes-everything, and pick up easy food for my mother to prepare tomorrow for kiddos. 

And more wipes.  Don't forget more wipes.