Jealousy

My husband and daughter are in her room right now, supposedly reading bedtime stories. Instead, what do I hear? Hysterical laughter. They seem to be having a simply swell time.

Well, har-dee-har-har...

I chose not to read the bedtime stories tonight because, well, I'd had enough of Ruby today. What a great thing for a mother to admit, right? But the reality is, she's been a bit mouthy all day, she's done a great deal of whining, a great deal of pouting when she doesn't get her way. And then there's the continued potty saga. She says she wants to wear big-girl underwear. She's so proud of herself that she keeps it dry. Then she will not go to the bathroom on the potty. So what happened eventually? She wet her pants. And her socks. And her shoes.

The thing is, she just didn't seem to care. She would have kept right on playing, I think. So what am I supposed to do? "You can lead a horse to water but you just can't make 'em drink" is the phrase that keeps running through my head. Argh! What am I supposed to do?

I know, I know. The only thing I can do is let it go. She'll figure out how to go potty in her own time.

Oh, this post was NOT going to be about potty training again! The point was, yes, I'm a tad jealous that Dave and Ruby are able to be such great friends while I feel like I need a break from them both. I think the best thing for all involved is if I just go to bed...