I just figured out the worst place for a 2 year old to have an accident.
IN THE MIDDLE OF MY BED!
I was seriously walking towards her to say, "Adie let's go to the bathroom."
She looks up at me and says, "Mommy, I went potty."
It is going to take me three loads to wash the mattress protector, sheets and blankets. This would all be a good thing if I hadn't just washed everything. At this point, I shake my head and tell her to go and change her clothes.
My life is never boring, dull, and uneventful.