Oh Geez, I can't ever stop writing this stuff. The kids wouldn't believe how bad it was when they get older. The day was not meant to be a great one. I had an emotional breakdown this morning because my shower was cut short and I had to take Matt to his physical 2 and a half hours early! We won't even go into that. So on the way to Clearfield, I talk to my mom, calm down, and start feeling better. Mike says he will stay in the truck with the twins while Matt and I go in. I love this offer. I am so in need of a break. These kids are attached to me. Sleep with me. Heck they even come sit on my in the bathroom sometimes. Not a break. 24/7. I love my job. I am definitely meant to be a working mom... but I digress. Where was I? Oh yeah. So we finally drive around for awhile and we're only 45 minutes early so Mike drops us off and goes to a park with the twins. As I am walking up to the office, my butt feels funny. I touch it.
Now, let me go back a day. My twins are sick of fries. I love that. They want apples. with brown dip. Now if you are Mickey D junkies like we are unfortunately. I hate it anymore, you might not know that brown dip is caramel sauce. Matt screams at them yesterday, "No dip in the truck" Noah is flipping out and about to have one of his "episodes". Someday I will talk about that. I say "Matt just give it to him". The screaming goes on back and forth. Big dog - little dog. yip yip. yap yap. I'm driving.
I say "GIVE IT TO HIM"
"Fine, but I'm not cleaning it up"
"Fine, Matt, if he spills it, I will clean it up"
We get home. no spills yea!
Don't ask me how it got on the front seat of the truck. Oh yeah, you guessed it. I sat in it. and now I am walking into Matt's Dr.'s with a caramel butt. I ask him how bad it is. He just gives me a look. That tells me everything. It's bad. no hope. I try. For a scrap of dignity. I ask him if it looks like poop. I just get that I'm-sorry-to-tell-you-this look. Oh well.
All went well with his physical. Call Mike we are done. He says ok, Noah needs to use the restroom when we get there. By the time we checked out, Mike parked right in front of the door and had both twins in the restroom. They come out. Another pair of underwear hits the dust. We've just started throwing them away. I'm so sick of it. When will we be done with this potty thing????? I told Mike tonight that by the time the twins get rid of diapers completely, he'll be in them. Lord, give me strength.
Well, the day is shot. We can't go anywhere. Noah and I don't have pants on or that are presentable. so we go home. Pretty relaxing. I play with the kids and my husband makes spaghetti sauce. It was just about done, and he took the inner part out of the slow cooker and put it on the stove. It exploded. Spaghetti sauce everywhere. I cleaned it up. We went out. Not to the Outback like on TV, but to a local dive.
We counted over 30 bunnies on the way home and went to see miniature horses. That was fun.
About Me
- calculuswoman
- Lanse, PA, United States
- I am a Christian wife, mother, teacher, friend and about 8 million other things. I enjoy camping with my family and love my job. I believe God put us on earth to live the dream. and only He knows how I try. I've been thrown a couple of curve balls in this life, but try to roll with the punches. I need to quit now before the overused cliche fairy zaps me.
2 comments:
My boys arent potty trained yet either...so i feel your pain. They're in pull-ups at the moment, but the Doctor said for us to wait like two months and then just make a HUGE deal about taking them to buy underwear. Up until that point i had tried desperately to introduce them to the toilet. If i put them on it, they will go...no problem. Its just the getting them to do this regularly. I even made a really cute potty chart so that when they went to the bathroom, I would reward them with a sticker that they could put next to their name. When they filled up their line, they could pick out a new toy. This worked for awhile...but then they lost interest in putting stickers on the chart. *sigh* back to square one! So I backed off on the docs orders and strangely enough they have begun to ask to be changed or to tell me when they have gone "poopies". This is progress!!! yay!
It's almost like they are too busy to go to the bathroom. We did m&m's for awhile. pee=1m&m poo=small hand full. that is what worked for Sam. But N just doesn't seem to care enought to get up and walk to the potty. I love that you are writing here! I hardly have anyone to talk to that understands. Do you know anyone else we could get here?
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