As you’re reading this, I am driving across Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, and finally, Tennessee.
I spent the whole day yesterday cleaning and packing.
Roxy Belle obviously sensed we were leaving and decided to regress again and poop twice on the floor. Miss Priss, nothin’.
I bought the girls new movies and coloring books and even those weaving looms (because I need another tiny potholder) and told them that in the time it takes them to watch six movies, we’ll be there. 
La Petite Belle said she was OK with it because she gets to stop at a lot of different places to go to the restroom (which she actually lies about because this is the child that refuses to use a Port-a-Potty or nasty gas station bathroom even if she has to go really bad … she says she’ll hold it … whatever).
In light of this little bit of information, you will see why I was horrified to learn a new fact from K Belle last night.
She told me that a couple of weeks ago, my little princess child, La Petite Belle, peed in a cup in our bathroom.
What?
When I confronted La Petite Belle about this most disgusting act, she said that she couldn’t hold it and had to go immediately.
So, you couldn’t hold it to get to the toilet, but could hold it to get in the bathtub and pee in a cup?
And, not just any cup … it was actually a bottle in the shape of a gingerbread man.
She filled this gingerbread man up with pee. Poor little man.
I’m totally disgusted by this and she couldn’t stop laughing. I just don’t get it.
She’s supposed to be a girlie-girl with bows and a desire to be clean.
And, I won’t even mention the issue we have with her feet. Let’s just say, Beau’s feet smell like strawberry shortcake compared to hers after a full day of school. I’ll have to get that girl some Dr. Scholl’s foot powder.
And, you know where she likes to take off those shoes … in the car.
I pray we have a safe, non-stinky, quiet trip to the mountains.
And, at least I know if La Petite Belle has a bathroom emergency, she’s had practice peeing in a cup.