The Little Engine That Couldn't

By last Saturday, we had been on the nighttime Potty Train for two weeks straight. Some nights Sprout was dry all night, and other nights he peed his pants once or twice. I was supportive the whole time (getting mad at little ones for peeing the bed is not really fair), and would leap out of bed and change his wet sheets and his pajamas with grace and aplomb.

But after two weeks, I just couldn't do it anymore. I needed more sleep and fewer strenuous midnight capers. We put him back in diapers at night.

And the sleep. Oh, the sleep is good.