It's all awesome when you OCD your freezer and fridge and your husband steam cleans the big boy room and stairs and couches, and other awesome things.
It's less awesome when you send away your sweet sweet toddler and he comes back like this.
Potty training? How about shitting your pants and peeing on the floor. Screaming MINE? Now? doing whatever the hell you want?
I hope this second baby loves wine. I'm kind of peer pressuring him into it.