Officially an Overachiever

I am officially an OCD overachiever.

I decided today we would potty train.

And make strawberry jam.

And tend to the cluster-feeding of a four-week old.

And we needed juice. So I headed to the store. Before we left, I asked Big-A if he needed to go potty. I was assured he didn't. We didn't get two blocks before I heard "Mommy, pee-pee!!!" from the back seat. I decided to push on to the IGA and use their bathroom.

I successfully managed our 2.5yr old and newbie into the store, and asked a staff member for the toilet. It was out of service, and I was told to go across the road to the pub. The pub? Really? So we headed over to the pub, me rushing everyone with thoughts of a pants accident, and we burst into the pub with a "It's our first day of potty training and he needs to go and the IGA sent me and their toilet is out of service and can I please please please use yours?" To which the bartender said she understood and waved us in.

We successfully navigated our first public toilet, and headed back to the IGA for the juice required for the strawberry jam.

Back at home, we managed to breastfeed, make lunch, and put out three batches of rather delicious strawberry jam.

Oh yeah, and I moved the computer into the kitchen so I could blog more easily, because I need one more thing to do.