Don't expect any writing to get done around here full stop. For a while.
Don't expect cogent writing thinking to happen at all either.
Don't expect anything much expect laundryand low energy reserves.
Do expect mess. Do expect puddles. Do expect me in a state of mayhem for the foreseeable future.
It's called Potty Training. And I'm blaming it all on that. My toddler doesn't like nappies or pants (even the teeny tiny pants with cartoon pigs on bought at considerable expense!) Instead she is streaking on a regular basis. And sitting on her potty wearing an elephant trunk (don't ask!)
This calls for a big pile of books beside the potty. And patience! Yes, I've been wearing a trunk too (if it makes her sit, why fight it!) Let's hope she gets her head about wearing clothes on the bottom half of her body again.