It's Friday. Thankfully the end of this week.
Tough to begin with, sure. Then on Wednesday night I was struck down with a case of food poisoning that left me confined to bed (and bathroom). It was time for the wee man to unleash some of his toddler-ness on his Mumum. And did he ever.
So, Thursday morning, with the wee man sounding the alarm at 4:30 am, instead of calling frantically battling the the City of Toronto Recreation registration system, there was Mumum cleaning a steaming pile from the deep pile of our shag area rug.
And the potty training hasn't even officially begun.