Daughter: 1, Mom: 0

Today has been a very busy day.  The entire days has been geared around my children.  My mother sweetly bought them a day pass at a toddler amusement park as an additional birthday bonus gift.  As you can imagine the children were thrilled, running about daringly riding all the rides and partaking in all the adventure.  This indoor amusement park consisted of six rides, two bounce houses and several distorting mirrors.  The children had a blast making a circuit of all the rides.  I was having a blast watching the kids enjoy themselves and to be a partaker in all their smiles, but I learned a very valuable lesson today: you can only do the Carousel, Tea Cups, and Ferris Wheel so many times before it catches up to the adult body.  By round three of our circuit I was genuinely nauseous and worn out.  We endured all the fun from 10:00 AM to nearly 2:00 PM after riding most the rides to ensure the safety of my kids I was ready to go home and luckily so was my daughter as she too was accustomed to a nap.  I had hoped for a long reprieve, but a short thirty minutes later, my daughter was up and ready to play again. 
We played with blocked, we read books, we watched an episode of Arther on PBS when I realized my nausea was finally gone and I was hungry.  At 5:00 we made our way to Chipotle to enjoy a healthier fast food meal that did not require me to cook.  The children at well and when we arrived home at 6:00 I knew a quick bath would b just the trick to end our day.  I undressed my kids and was about to start the water when my daughter, who just turned two, decided she was ready to use the potty.  Now this might sound like no big deal, but I attempted potty training on two separate occasions.  You see my daughter is very capable of potty training.  whenever she goes pee or poop in her diaper she alerts me, insisting I change her. Developmentally, she has been ready as she had been able to draw circles for several months now.  The stumbling block we kept running into was my daughter's stubborn nature.  She had decided that she did not need to be a big girl, she was happy being the baby and flat out refused to use the potty with the terse explanation of "NO. Diaper." so basically, my daughter wanted her diapers and I knew better than to push against her stubborn will for fear of making potty training a negative thing.  Well for months I have been trying to illuminate all the fun things big girls get to do, so when my daughter decided she was ready, I ignored my aching body to attempt a lesson at potty training.  I figured it would b quick and easy with the way my daughter had chugged through her chocolate mile and water at dinner, but after 30 minutes with no result and having read her potty book for the tenth time, I was starting to lose my patience.  I had bought Gingerale as incentive as it is actually a pop my daughter loves.  She has not had any since my last potty training venture months ago, so I figured, why not reward her for sitting on the potty, and fill her up with even more liquids.  I had already invested half an hour on this, so why not finish it off, right?
Wrong.
You see as soon as my daughter had that sippy cup of gingerale, she went to town.  My daughter practically chugged that can of soda.  You want to know what I was thinking?  Hey, good.  Drink it all up so you will finally go pee pee, so we can finally do bath time and then the golden hour of bed time when mom can finally sit down.  Drink it up babe. Cheers to you!
But then, my daughter starts crying.  I assume it is because she has to pee and is holding it in.  Too stubborn to actually follow through.  I lovingly get close to her with "why are you crying hunny?" "It's okay." "Just go pee pee in the potty."
You know what I got?
Projective vomit of tonight's dinner and a can worth of gingerale.
yup. Guess who never went pee pee in the potty.  Instead she got thrown into the bath while I scrubbed the floor, then to scrub my son and her, getting us in bed over thirty minutes late. 
Well Played.