It's Alexanria and Sydney's Turn!!!

As I promised,girls, your bathroom letter has been drafted. And now posted.

Dear Alexandria and Sydney,
I have saved your letter for last, because while issues abound regarding your brother's use, or misuse of the toilet, THEY are at least, making it in to the bathroom when they potty and thus are at least standing on linoleum. You girls on the other hand, persist on going potty everywhere except the room for which it was intended. Ladies, I am very tired of changing sheets and laundering bedding. I do not wish to Lysol the plastic mattress protector each and every morning nor do I enjoy the grotesque feeling of still warm pee-pee pooling around my toes when I step on the carpet in your bedroom.
Alexandria, you are four years old. My goodness, you are in Pre-K! Such a big girl! Please, please, please go to the bathroom and sit on the potty when you wake up in the morning rather than just letting loose in bed. I know its cozy under the covers and yes, its hard to get up and face the morning. But you must, must, must potty in the toilet. You know its getting to a ridiculous point when you have learned to strip off your wet clothing and leave them in a pile outside your door each morning for me to pick up and wash.
Sydney. Sydney, Sydney, Sydney. I'm not even sure what to say. Your issue doesn't seem to be the lack of ability to make it to the bathroom on time, No, yours seems to be almost a pathology. You seem to quite enjoy wetting your pants, wetting the bed, wetting the bedroom floor, even wetting the bathroom floor. Why, Sydney? Surely, I give you enough attention and time. The other day when you realized you needed to potty you started to head towards the bathroom, but then realizing that you didn't want to miss out on all the action of waiting for Ali's bus on the front porch, you simply shrugged your shoulders and went ahead and pottied in your pants. This is madness Sydney. Sometimes even when you are in the bathroom, you just pee on the floor instead of in the toilet. I can't understand this, but I'm trying. I guess at least you made it to the bathroom...
Please girls, use the bathroom. The toilet in the bathroom to be more specific.
No more wet beds please ladies. Or I fear you will be sleeping in pull-ups through college. I love you.
Patiently waiting,
Mom