Wish us luck. It’s a long weekend. We have no company in town and I’m on call so we can’t head out of town ourselves. And our place needs a spring cleaning in the worst way.
So, we are locking ourselves in the house and taking the diapers off the toddler.
She gets the theory, she’s just lacking in the execution. That, and, she’s horrified with the notion of having to do anything without having a diaper on.
This weekend will either be the welcome end of an era, or will go down in history as the absolute stupidest thing we have ever done.
So, it bears repeating: wish us luck.