It is currently 6:50pm on Monday evening & my naturally high-strung nature is getting the better of me. You see, my daughter has been sitting on the potty for nearly two hours. No, your eyes do not deceive you. She really has been sitting there for TWO SOLID HOURS!!! It's a battle of wills now. She's holding it in...refusing to give me the satisfaction of merely going to the potty, doing her thing, flushing, washing her hands & carrying on with the day.
For the past three days, I'm guessing we've spent 27 out of 72 hours in the bathroom. Can you understand what I mean when I tell you that I'm spent/done/knackered/ready to throw in the towel?!?
Add to that the grief that my son is giving me. Poor kid is teething, but he's making me miserable right along with him.
Plus...my mom went through a procedure that knocked the wind out of her sails (subsequently knocking the wind out of mine & everyone else's!).
Oh...and my husband has been working non-stop for the past three days due to some transportation conference supporting women's shopping habits or something of the sort....
Hang on while I make myself a chamomile tea....
Can you spare a few more minutes? Good! So I've finished preparing a dinner that no one is particularly interested in eating. On the menu tonight: butterfly pasta (farfalline), prepared two ways - with a cheese sauce for my daughter & with a meat sauce for my son. Me? I've had an All Bran bar & half a yogurt. I ate my pathetic little dinner while standing over the stove stirring the farfalline. Said farfalline are now sitting on a table, stone cold! As a matter of fact, I think I see our cat, Chancho, munching on the creamy cheese pasta as I blather on in the pity party that you've had the misfortune of stumbling upon.
Earlier on today, I prepared homemade chicken nuggets for lunch. But wait - after preparing the nuggets (with their crunchy coating), I proceeded to PEEL the coating off the nuggets. Why not just grill some chicken, you might ask? Why, it wouldn't be the same! No no no. They MUST see their mother painstakingly dip the chicken tenders in egg, then coat them in seasoned breadcrumbs. WHY? Because it amuses them...And I KNOW for a fact that they're conspiring against me. A three year old and a one year old (nearly four & two, I might add!).
Okay, I'm having a rough couple of days & I think my blood pressure is on the rise, so I'll quit while I'm ahead.
I'm at the end of my rope. See that? That's the end of my rope over there!!!
Next Monday will be the first day of "back to work" & I'm afraid that I will have exhausted all my energy by then. Mind you, compared to this past weekend, I'm sure it'll feel like I'm at Club Med!
2 comments:
Hi Steph:
Hang in there....all the trials and tribulations you go through with your children are glue on your relationship with them. When they get older you will realize that the rough spots are what put the long lasting love in a mother/child relationship.
Anyway, maybe you are taking the whole thing too seriously....potty training will occur when your child is ready....putting too much importance on it sometimes makes the child's will stronger to outlast you.
Enjoy the days with your children - they are too soon over.
Linda
Linda, Thank you so much for the encouragement & the reality check. When you're ready to throw in the towel, things suddenly turn around. My daughter is going to the potty like a pro... Nice surprises. Thanks for taking the time to cheer me on & calm me down. :)
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