Have you noticed that when you take care of small people your only true function is to monitor their pee and poo? A few days ago Cowen decided to put all of the toilet paper he used to wipe his bum in the garbage can instead of the toilet. Then he left the door open. Then Eli went into the bathroom. Then I saw Eli put a fistful of poo in his mouth. Then I gagged and screamed.
I'm trying to cut back on buying diapers and redirect certain children's choices to always poo in diapers and never on the toilet. After a certain age, cleaning a child's bum is just not nostrilly pleasant. I also don't want the three year-old to get into bad habits. So, the children aren't allowed to wear diapers. Which means, of course, that I wash at least two sets of sheets every morning. Usually three because Cowen has been backsliding at night.
In retaliation to the new no diaper rule, one of my children has decided to pee on the carpet whenever and wherever she feels like it. This is also unpleasant. Nostrilly and otherwise. So basically my life, instead of revolving around homeschool or other pleasant activities, revolves around the twenty minute timer reminding all of us to break so that two of my children can use the potty. Under dire threats of death if they pee anywhere but the toilet. Which doesn't work--but makes me feel like I'm being proactive.
In summary--I'm having some sort of emotional breakdown that started yesterday with a migraine and desperation trip to the chiropractor (thanks again Lindsay Ann for watching the kiddies), and continued with the sad realization that Timothy had class that night, that continued to continue when I realized that Timothy had homework so I had to amuse myself and had no one to whine to.
It continues this morning with the washing machine already going and Miriam being spanked twice since 7:30 (I really, really, really don't believe in physical punishment--I also don't believe that a child like Miriam actually exists outside the realm of fiction) and my crying while ripping yet another set of sheets off a bed.
I think I need some sort of mental health day.
4 comments:
BIG hugs and wishes for an ANDREA DAY very soon! :)
Oh yes. I too remember those days. My heart truly goes out to you.
Just know that "this too shall pass". I know. Not very comforting, when you want that day to be TODAY! I totally remember that too.
Wish I was there to help you out. I would keep the laundry going and the kids on their school work, while you laid in bed and rested up so NO more headaches.
Hugs!
I'm right there, with you, Ans. Where are our ice cream and french fry runs when we need them?!?!? :-)
Lovely - good luck with the potty training!
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