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I gave Duckling peanut butter and jelly. She ate. I cleaned her up. Then I cleaned everything she had touched.
Feeling gross, I really wanted a shower. Duckling was engrossed in a show. I told her I was going to shower. She spent most of the time sitting on the bath mat, asking, "Why?" Then she was opening the curtain, asking what I was doing. BTW, it's "her" tub.
She hasn't been using the potty much today, so was in a diaper. Which she's kept dry through a three hour nap and three hours tonight.
Anyway, she decided she had to poop. So, I had to lean out to pull down her pants (she was being lazy) and remove her diaper. She was threatening to stand up a moment later, so I grabbed the wrong towel (I've recently begun wrapping a hand towel and washcloth in the towels. I'd already removed them from my towel) and dropped the hand towel into the tub. She then required me to tend to her with my long hair dripping on her, and getting where it should not.
I was wrestling with my tangles, and she picks her sandwich back up. Sticky hands and face, she begins rubbing her mess on the furniture... And me.
She is now bathed and watching a cartoon. I'm not sure I will make it to midnight.
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As I went to put her to bed, she picked her nose, and began playing with her "treasure". It reminded me of her playing with the urine in her potty earlier today as she was wiping herself.
I finally have the PB&J wiped off my phone, the floor vacuumed, and the animals dealt with.
Feeling gross, I really wanted a shower. Duckling was engrossed in a show. I told her I was going to shower. She spent most of the time sitting on the bath mat, asking, "Why?" Then she was opening the curtain, asking what I was doing. BTW, it's "her" tub.
She hasn't been using the potty much today, so was in a diaper. Which she's kept dry through a three hour nap and three hours tonight.
Anyway, she decided she had to poop. So, I had to lean out to pull down her pants (she was being lazy) and remove her diaper. She was threatening to stand up a moment later, so I grabbed the wrong towel (I've recently begun wrapping a hand towel and washcloth in the towels. I'd already removed them from my towel) and dropped the hand towel into the tub. She then required me to tend to her with my long hair dripping on her, and getting where it should not.
I was wrestling with my tangles, and she picks her sandwich back up. Sticky hands and face, she begins rubbing her mess on the furniture... And me.
She is now bathed and watching a cartoon. I'm not sure I will make it to midnight.
_______________________________
As I went to put her to bed, she picked her nose, and began playing with her "treasure". It reminded me of her playing with the urine in her potty earlier today as she was wiping herself.
I finally have the PB&J wiped off my phone, the floor vacuumed, and the animals dealt with.
