Just this morning we arrived at Heather's house. I was writing out the check and gathering his things to go into Heather's. He said - I need go potty! That means I ripped him out of the carseat, sprinted (in heels) to Heather's door, rang the doorbell and prayed that he did NOT pee all over me while we waited. She opened the door and I burst in pulled Bennett's pants down and on the potty he went. TO WAIT. AND WAIT. AND WAIT!!!
Like I said, physically and mentally exhausting. I don't think that I have ever run that fast in my life. While we were out to dinner this week with Bret and Kay, Bret asked how long we have once B says that he has to go potty - Oh, about 10 seconds... give or take a second or two! So can you imagine my run now?!?