The end of a good day.

So Tate is potty training and up until Zack deployed was actually doing awesome.  Even had her sleeping through naps and bedtime without wetting the bed.  That has all changed since daddy left.  She barely makes it to the potty on time and is back in pull ups for naps and bedtime.  So sad, since we had made some seriously great progress. 

Well today started pretty good.  She hadn't had an accident all day and I was even hopeful about nap time.  She is currently winding down for her nap in a pull up. 

Tate decided to not only go to the potty by herself but to use her feet to smear it all over the bathroom floor.  I guess I should be glad that this was all done in the bathroom and that she only used her feet. 

How I found Tate after she yelled for me to help her.

As if I don't have better things to do than to clean up more shit but in this case literal shit.

Must have items.

Tate in the shower scrubbing her feet with soap. 

Don't know what to think about any of this except that it is so true what they say about each child having their own "Poop" incident.  I told Tate that what she did was very disgusting and very naughty and to never do it again as the consequence would be death.  She apologized and did an amazing job scrubbing herself down with the soap in the shower.  She used up half a bar before I convinced her she was now sanitary and clean enough to get out. 

Zack is always gone when the shit hits the fan.  Figures.