You haven't blogged in more than a week.
You're running what seems like five loads of laundry per day, mostly underwear, pants, and sheets.
You find yourself constantly repeating, "Do you need to go pee?" much to the annoyance of your husband.
Your grocery order (online, of course -- you can't go to the store) includes 2 bottles of Clorox Anywhere, 1 bottle of rug cleaner, and 1 bag of Reese's Pieces.
Clorox Anywhere is your only weapon as you run constant interference between your inquisitive crawler and your toilets.
At Babies R' Us, you actually contemplate buying a replacement carseat instead of painstakingly washing out the one your toddler just peed in.
No outing will ever be the same again, as you constantly assess the location and proximity of public restrooms.
At the dog park, out of necessity, you escort a toddler who is prancing around and clutching his crutch to the nearest tree and tell him to pee on it like the doggies.
Somehow, this happens again the next time you're at the dog park ("I pee on THAT tree, Mommy!!"), much to the amusement of young male passersby, who yell out, "
Awesome!" as if your toddler needs any additional encouragement.
Inevitably, dog park practices turn into "slides and swings" park practices, and really, you don't care anymore, as long as you're not washing clothes and carseats.