Good Friday.

While Chris and I were watching ER tonight he asked if I had any big plans for tomorrow, and it hit me: I don't! Now, my usual "big plans" are either the speech therapist coming or going to work out. But the speech therapist is out of town, and I usually go work out three times a week, which I've done, so tomorrow I'm just sitting here ALL DAY LONG. Except for maybe going to the grocery store, because I'm out of everything. My cupboards are bare. Sophie's cough is also getting worse, so I may be calling the doc. That would suck. It's not too terrible, but not too much fun either, to lug them both to the doctors office.

Think I'll just stay in my pj's all day. Well, probably not. That freaks me out - somebody would be sure to come by if I did that.

And for those of you laughing at my usual busy days: bite me. You have no idea the effort it takes to get the three of us fed, bathed and dressed, along with feeding the animals and tidying the house enough to leave. TAKES A LONG TIME.

Just heard a funny news story headline on that ignorant Adam Carolla show: "Woman burns down house trying to kill a spider with hairspray and a lighter." I could so see that happening to me.

Izzy just shuffled into the living room in his fire-engine pj's, rubbing his barely open eyes. I walked over to him and he stretched up his arms to me and said, "Waaaa." That's tired-Izzy speak for water. I took him into the kitchen, gave him a little cup of water, and then tucked him back in. Normally, when he gets up, going back to his own bed doesn't happen. But when he wants a drink of water, he goes back down without a peep. So sweet, this little boy of mine.

Except when he poops his pants. Like he did today. Yesterday, he went by himself to the bathroom four or five times! Twice to poop! But today he stood right in front of me and pooped his pants - he hasn't done it in front of us for ages. I was complaining to Chris about the highs and lows of the last two days of Izzy's on-going toilet training saga and he said, "What - a two year old that's inconsistent?? Who's ever heard of such a thing?!" Yeah, well, it doesn't sound all that bad when you're sitting in your comfy cubicle an HOUR AND A HALF away. But it's maddening to deal with a nutso two-year old day in and day out. Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's wonderfully fulfilling too. But oh so maddening.

Yippee for Friday!!