The Potty, Child Deux

Tomorrow marks the end of an era. And perhaps the beginning of a disaster. Ruby is going to get schooled, yo. And when I say schooled, I mean, she is going to sit her sweet cheeks on the potty until she goes. So help me God.

We are using the method that people either love or hate, Toilet Training In Less Than a Day. Or, in my experience, Toilet Training In Less Than Six Months and Also Making Your Child Hate You. But, it works for us. She has been throwing subtle hints around that she is ready, saying things like POTTY PWEEEEEZ and pulling her pants down.

I put her in her last diaper, bought a new potty seat, juice, candy and a 5th of vodka to keep me busy. Am also hoping that I can regain my ability to swallow my own saliva by morning and that The Asshole Tonsils of Doom will behave for the day tomorrow. Have never looked forward to surgery more in my life.

Wish us luck.