Good-by, Storage Box in the Shower

Ok. I'm going to have to type this very, very quietly. Hopefully it's not too soon.


I think we may have kicked the pe(e) thing.


I know, I know. Shhh.


This has been going down since April. Since school has been out, I've been sending Princess on a timed toilet sit if she's gone without for two or three hours, but, believe it or not, I rarely have to do it. Buddy has been urging me to reinstate her long-lost Webshmuz privileges. That step is still giving me chills, but I took a step toward it this week:


I put away the storage box.


Princess's laundry is now officially mixed back in with the rest of the family females. I am now officially doing her laundry again. I've been observing on pins and needles for the past few days, and it does not seemed to have rocked her world. She has been heard to say, bouncing up and down, "hurry up Peanut! I have to go! Bad!"


Am I really going to have to give back the Webshmuz?
Do I really have room for more of this in my ears?

And, on top of that, there's been three tantrum-free days. In a row. Since Tuesday, any time Princess so much as thinks about fussing, there I am. "Getting along with your sister is hard. I'm right here. Take as much of my time as you want. And don't worry! I'll let you pay it back." She only escalated to throwing something once, but I was right there. She calmed almost immediately (!) and then sat quietly for the prescribed five minutes. Then she changed her sheets to "pay back" my time. Seriously. That was it. For three days. This whole I-don't-follow-through-as-well-as-I-think-I-do revelation has been astounding. Dare I hope we've turned a corner? Dare I?

Dare I compose a Webshmuz song about it?