I’m washing sheets right now. Lily greeted me this morning wearing nothing but her pajama top and telling me that she’ll try harder tomorrow. I tried my mom’s old trick of getting Lily up at 11 to put her on the potty. However, she’s so out of it that I have to literally hold her on the potty or she’ll fall off, and then she starts crying because she doesn’t know what’s going on. She doesn’t know how to go when she’s still half asleep. It may have worked for me as a child but it doesn’t work for Lily. Mike did a great job not telling me “I told you so.” Thanks, honey.