That would be the urine of a stubborn two year and 11 month year old.

The day ended up sunny which did wonders to my disposition.  When the sky opened up this morning while I was getting stuff in the car, my usual edgy morning self dialed up about 100%.

Especially being today, a Monday, I am sure I am going to hear someone from my generation tritely say:  "Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down."  For those not born in the early 70's, this song was part of the repertoire of the Carpenters--brother and sister act of Richard (not Dick, Rick or Rich but Richard) and Karen.  They were hugely popular for music that was elevator music...not music dulled down to play in the elevator but ready on the get go.  Anyway this song makes me want to punch Richard in the face.  I don't feel on down just on edge like I should prepare for more because it's raining.

Immediately, I run upstairs and change my outfit.  Even with an umbrella and a raincoat, beige shouldn't be worn in the rain.  My suit goes from beige to black--this will definitely hide any random splashes.

 I am dropping Laurel off at school this morning.  With the rain I don't get out of the car and walk her to the door...guilt, guilt, guilt.  I just tell her to run right in...she does and I drive away with Rachel.  I squash the guilt down.  Edgy and guilty...awesome.

And then I have Rachel.  This is potty training attempt #5.  The school said that I should bring her in sans diaper but wearing big girl undies.  The teachers are going to use the day's routine to get her tinkling on cue.  As I am carrying her in, I realize that there is no safety net.  There is a good chance that I may have to run home and change this suit too.  And how would I explain that to the dry cleaner?
JCW:  I need to right arm cleaned really well.
DC:  And what is the stain...and that smell.
JCW:  That would be the urine of a stubborn two year and 11 month year old.
Yeah, that would be awkward.  I practically run in the rain because I don't care if I am soak with rain...I just don't want to be soak with kid piss.

And true to form, it was a thorough waste of time to straighten/smooth my hair this morning.

Traffic is shitty...late, late, late.

And I make it to my desk and thankfully my back is turned to the window.  Can't see the rain...or as Rachel says, "The clouds are peeing!"

As a post script, Potty Training Attempt #5 didn't go so well.  Just like at home, she loves sitting on the potty but two minutes later when she is out and about, the flood gates open up.  At least she isn't playing favorites with her stubbornness.  Here's to lucky #6.