Where I drink wine on an empty stomach and lament the trials and tribulations of a.) raising a girl and b.) potty training regression

Alright, Addie has been potty trained for about a month and a half with NO accidents. And out of the blue, today, she pees and craps willy-nilly all over the house. What. The. Hell. Goddamn potty training regression.

(I walk in the family room and immediately spy a huge fucking turd in her undies. Seriously, it was obvious.)
"Addie, did you poop your pants?'

She looks at me, all nonchalant. "Yeah."

AAAAAAAUUUUURRRRRGH!

So, it's wine for dinner.