So I baby-sat for the kidlings last night so that Fran and Cynthia could go out on a date.

When they finally got home I glared at Cynthia and said "Your loathsome child is asleep." This is the first time that I have babysat since Molly has been potty trained at night, and I cannot even begin to tell you how much I preferred the diapers!

It took me an hour and a half to put her to bed, and all but ten minutes of that were spent in the bathroom with her insisting that she wanted to "make BM", and with me trying to explain that, where BM is concerned, wanting had very little to do with anything! She remained unconvinced.

I was reduced to having this conversation:

"I don't think anything's gonna happen, Molls, but you can try again later. Time to go to bed now."
(bursting into hysterical tears) "But I have to make BM!"
(hard, tired voice) "Then do it and stop fucking around!"
(tiny little voice) "Yes, Kymmie."

I felt like such a heel. But I must emphasize that I only started swearing at her after being in there for an hour. And it probably won't traumatize her too much!

Of course, when Cynthia and Fran got home (six hours after leaving! Who said that married people were allowed six hour dates?) and I told them the above story, Fran said "Well, I guess we should have told you that earlier today, Molly made a poop the size of a softball. I don't know how it didn't come up in conversation!"

And why were Fran and Cynthia out for six hours when they were only going to a movie? Because they followed up the movie with a visit to an S&M restaurant! Not one of those dingy clubs, but a restaurant with food and stuff along with the bondage and discipline! Sounded like a cool place for a bachelorette party to me.

Fran said that things were pretty slow when they got there--one of the waiters was disciplining one of the waitresses. I said "Kinda like how the dance instructors will dance together to start people dancing? Like on a cruise ship?" and Fran said:

"Yeah, kinda like that."

One year ago today:
Now that's what I call a sign!

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