By the end of the morning, I was about ready to give up. Although Macy did earn several M&Ms, it was like she had forgotten everything we’d done yesterday and reverted back to telling me she needed to go to the bathroom AFTER she had already gone. Oops. I found myself on my hands and knees cleaning up the floor (which is not the most comfortable position for a pregnant woman) and wondering what I was doing wrong. I could tell that I was going to need to do another load of laundry again. I felt defeated.
However, after naptime was like a new day. Macy wore the same pair of underwear from about 3:30 until she took a bath at 7:30. She earned herself two more M&Ms and an episode of Dora. Hallelujah. I even let her sit on the couch to watch her Dora because I was pretty confident she wouldn’t wet it.
I’m ready for day three.