Wow, it's been a crazy month and I've barely had time to catch my breath let alone post to my blog. We're getting ready for our trip abroad and of course everything's come to a head and just must get done before we leave. I'm dealing though...I just keep telling myself "...and this too shall pass..."
Anyway a not so funny thing happened with RR#2 the other night and I am seriously hoping this was a one time occurence. Normally, my RR's are in bed by about 8:30-9:00pm. I then settle down to do homework and catch up on my lectures and readings (I live an exciting life don't I?). Finally around 1:00am, I flop into bed exhausted and get ready to do it all over again in another 6 hours. 6 hours. 6 precious hours of blissfully uninterrupted sleep (or so I'm thinking), until on this particular night, RR#2 calls out to me. It's about five minutes to three, I'm bleary eyed and set on autopilot ready to mutter some incomprehensible, pacifications to soothe him back to sleep when I keep hearing him say something about pee-pee. I'm a little surprised cos usually I take him just before he goes to bed and he's good till morning but I figure hey, if he's gotta go, he's gotta go. So I lift him out of bed and he's clutching his dear little teddy bear named "Vanilla". We get to the bathroom and I try to pull down his pants so he can go but he's resisting and insisting "no". Well now, I'm wondering what the heck is wrong with him when he suddenly turns around and plops - get this - Vanilla onto the toilet seat. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I was woken up at 3 in the morning to take a teddy bear to pee. And to make matters worse, after a moment, he had the nerve to lift Vanilla off the toilet seat and say "That's better" then proceed to walk out of the bathroom and tuck himself back into bed.
Y'know, I wanted to be mad. I wanted to warn him sternly to never, ever wake me up again at 3 in the morning to take a bear to pee. Wanted to explain to him the dire consequences of such actions in the future. But truth be told...he's only 2 years old and I was just too damn tired. And these RRs have broken me a little. I'm less feisty, less prone to outcries and moments of passion. Plus, both him and Vanilla were already fast asleep. So I headed back to my room and settled into bed hoping for 3 more hours of uninterrupted sleep...*sigh*.
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First off, I need the magic potion/wand that you use to get your boys PT'd by 2 years old! Secondly, this is too cute and funny at the same time. Gotta love kids though, even with the sleep deprivation...
Girl, sheer will and the Grace of God, that's all. Although they both still have the nightime "accidents"...so I keep a good stockpile of pullups on hand. It's harder when your a working mom cos you can't be there all day but since I work from home I was able to referee the process. They should give working moms a 1 week "potty training" hiatus from work...lol.
Hahaha! This was tooo cute girl. Lil' Tobie is a case! How can you be mad with a face and intentions like that?!! LOL! Wait 'till you get to my stage. The other day I was yelling at the girls for having a messy room and as I stormed out, they bursted into laughter. I turned, amazed that they wuld have the nerve, much less allow me to hear it; but they were sincerely tickled and my curiosity overcame my inclination to unleash even more of my "mommy wrath". So, still trying to maintain some form of decorum, I sternly asked what was so amusing. Eleven years old Kimberlee stated between gasps, that when I turned around I bumped into the door and my whole body shook and they knew it hurt but I kept moving like it didn't. Hah! My goodness! Truth be told, I did hit the door. HARD!! It did hurt, but I wasn't going to let that moment infringe upon my efforts to be a blaze of terror to my kids, so I played it off like it wasn't anything. Or so I thought. The visual passed befor my eyes and before I could help myself I too began giggling. All three of us fell into a heap on the bed laughing our butts off. And you know what, everyone was in good spirits and the girls happily cleaned their room, albeit with fits of giggles now and then.
LOLOLOL...I can just imagine you, trying to instill a sense of fear and wrath on the girls and bam...lol. How dare you try to walk it off...lol?
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