Frustration

There are some things going on that seem to have me in a state of perpetual frustration.

Little Girl's failure to use the potty is driving me nearly insane. I am baffled by her complete lack of motivation.

I don't want to put a whole post about when she peed/pooped where and how often, so I'll save you from that. The summary is that it's not going in the potty.

I have "Skullcusher Mountain," by Jonathan Coulton, in my head. It's a bit of comic relief playing in bits and pieces in my head, a fitting soundtrack to the "frustration over potty-training montage" scene in the movie of my life. A fitting juxtaposition, really.