Strange things are happening

So it's been weird around here these past few days. I washed the kitchen floor yesterday morning, and 24 hours later it was STILL CLEAN! I didn't get up to get anyone a drink at 3:00 am. Nobody has complained about dinner, I haven't stepped on a hotwheel for 3 days.
Why are these strange things happening? My kids are with Grandma and Grandpa Moore in Colorado for the week. It has been such a great, relaxing break for me!
I do miss them, though. When they were leaving on Sunday Jason said "Happy mother's day, mom."

Finally potty trained

I know everybody has an awesome trick that worked a miracle and their child was potty trained in only 2 hours, and if only I would try it, it would work for my kid, too. I've tried it. It didn't work, and quite frankly I'm still bitter about it.

There are few things in life I hate more than potty training. It's so frustrating beacause the kid has total control, and you have to try all sorts of tricks to get them to comply. It's disgusting too. After just a couple days I've had about all I can take of pee on clothes, beds, the floor, etc. I won't even get into the poop aspect. You moms know all about it. Joey was pretty much the worst kid to potty train. He was 4 by the time it was all over, and I've been forever damaged by the experience. Jason was the easiest, but still not fun. Now Tyler. We've been working on it for quite some time (especially given the fact that I've given up probably 5 or 6 times), it's been a year probably. And finally, finally I think it's safe to say he's successfully potty trained. It seems like it should be a major victory and I should have a massive celebration, but after so much time it feel anti-climactic to me. Kind of like waiting in line at Disneyland for 3 hours for a ride that lasts 90 seconds. "That's it? I waited that whole time for this??" Yeah, it's awesome to not have stinky diapers, it will be even more awesome when I don't have to say "Do you need to go potty?" 50 times a day and when I never have to hear "Mom, I'm done. I go poop!" Which means "Come wipe my bum."

No underwear pictures in case there's a sicko who looks at my blog, since it is public.