I thought my seventh grade crush, that first semester in Carroll Hall, and birthing Mary were emotional roller coasters. . . but nothing comes close to the wild ride that is potty training.
The elation! The despair! All in one day! Twelve times! And it goes on for weeks and weeks and weeks.
If my life is Six Flags, then potty training is the Kingda Ka. And I've been riding it all summer long.
I think I'm getting a little queasy.
