I know, I know....
Lesson 141: toilet in the living room = white trash
Jovie has finally become a potty-pro, and we gladly put the toilet back upstairs. (Until it's Stone's turn.) Now, in the bathroom, there is a big toilet with a little potty next to it. Then, there is also a training potty in Jovie's room, in case she needs it in the night.
Today, Jovie called to me from upstairs, "Mom, I pooped!" When I got there, I realized she isn't exactly the pro I thought she was. There was a little bit in the big potty, and some in the kid pot. "Jovie!" I yelled, as I answered my ringing phone. It was Adam's business partner. She needed to talk to me about the books for the restaurant.
As I talked to Lisa, Jovie yelled, "Don't forget this one Mom." Trying to give Lisa as much attention as I could, I went to see what my lovely daughter was talking about. When I got to her room, I found she had also made a deposit in that toilet.
"Well, I'll let you go," Lisa said. She could probably tell I wasn't able to talk about the books at that moment.
"Thanks. I have to clean Jovie's mess."
"What did she do now?"
"Pooped in three different toilets," I sighed.
Lisa laughed, "Wow. That girl needs to get her s*** together. Literally!"