Sometimes I wake up in the morning, and think to myself: a high fever and a day in bed would be so nice right about now. Then, I hear Heidi in the bathroom, across the hall from my bedroom. She's in the thick of potty training and peeing in her little green potty. And, I know that if I don't get to her before she's done peeing she will take the task of emptying the potty into the toilet, by herself.



Standing in a warm pee puddle, while flossing, has never been my favorite.



Even then, Ben has to sit up against the wall, position his feet against my hips and push me out of bed until I roll onto the floor. Where I lay, momentarily, before crawling on my hands and knees to the bathroom to pry a pee filled potty from an unreasonable two and a half year old's grip. But, you know what, you guys? I have hands and knees! And, my two and half-year old who's precariously spilling her pee into the toilet, at that very moment? She has arms and legs and a working urinary system too. WE ARE UNBELIEVABLY LUCKY.



For those of you out there chasing after toddlers while navigating your wheel chair, let me beat you to it and call myself a big, lazy loser. It's the least I can do.



Anyway, I wanted you all to know that I'm not poking fun or belittling those in need of medical equipment or supplies. I wouldn't make a mockery of that. Because, well, it's not funny. However, a medical supply store trying to lure customers into their storefront with this fashion mannequin? That's a total ass-slapping joke.



Meredith Groenevelt blogs at BuenoBaby.