Today, I got nothin'.
I have half of a post about Bubby pooping during small group instead of in the potty. (Help me if you have potty training ideas - we have tried everything.) But I thought people wouldn't want to read the word poop. (And now I've used it twice.)
I had a migraine so bad last night at about 10:30 (which is when I typically blog) that I thought I might die. For real. I have given birth to two children (yes, I know they were three pounds and five pounds and I had an epidural - but I still had contractions with Bugaboo). I needed an epidural for my head last night. I cried. I didn't cry in childbirth. That tells you all the pain level. Today it is gone, and we have had a busy morning and afternoon. Therapy, playing in the park, a walk with a friend, and now chores. And I honestly have nothing worth writing on the waiting topic - or maybe on any topic.
One more random fact about life right now. Bugaboo has developed a very obnoxious laugh. If you went to college with me there was a girl who had an obnoxious loud laugh often heard in the cafeteria. It is like that sound, alumni friends. Luckily he still has his normal adorable laugh too, so I am just waiting for him to rid himself of the sound that is akin to nails on a chalkboard or forks scraping plates.
See, I tied in the waiting word there.
Also, I am waiting for Bubby to choose to regularly poop on the potty instead of waiting for a pull-up. There you go - another tally for waiting and another tally for poop. Blogger of the year right here, I tell ya.