Will this mom thing ever get easier? Nope. Not easier. Just different. I’ve cracked the code, friends. Basically through each stage, your problems just move to a different area of your house. Trouble has somehow gotten ahold of your blueprints, and uses it as a map. For me, trouble began in my twin boys’ bedroom.
I remember delirium setting in from sleep deprivation as I wondered if I’d ever sleep again. Then once we got sleep training down, I was barely done with my victory lap before we moved onto potty training. My hand was forced when trouble made its way to the bathroom.
I remember the puddle on the floor when one twin decided to free himself of the shackles of diaper wearing and establish a pee corner. (Here I was thinking that was something you only did when you were trapped in an elevator.) Oh, good. He pooped, too. At least he did it on the hardwood floor? Is he a child or a puppy?