After having a lovely morning commute conversation with my dear Grandma, she asked how we were doing!
"Oh, we're doing great!" I said.
"That's great, honey!" my Grandma responded.
"Well, we are potty training Emma. And that's hard. And she's refusing to go and then five minutes later is peeing on the floor. And I've had it. I know she's wining and I know I need to control my anxiety and patience. But I can't. It's so hard. Why is this happening? She knows what she's doing. She knows that she can do it, but she isn't," I said over and over and over again.
"Well yes, you are at war!" she said.
"Yes, that's it. We are at war, so I guess we aren't doing so well," I finished.