The UPS delivery truck pulled into our yard Friday. When the kids went out to get the package from the driver, he’d already put it on the porch and left. They came back in, telling me there was poop on the porch. The man had walked around it to deliver the box.
I asked them to please tell me it was rooster poop. No such luck.
My son pooped on the porch, and the delivery driver walked around it to get to the door.
Complete personal mortification, complete.
Potty training Pierce score: Pierce: 235, Momma: 0.
In other news, I’m doing far better after my week and the kidney infection. Our church had a ladies retreat this Friday/Saturday, though, and I found out I’m not exactly 100%. Staying up late, going for a walk, and I’m wiped out and sore. Slowly, things will get back to normal. I hope.