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lls_mutantMy ass is so kicked, and it's only 9:00. Howard's away for the week.
Life as a SAHM.
4:30 AM: Wake up because I have to pee. Realize I was up way too late last night and turn off the alarm, lying to myself that I'll work out later in the day instead of at 6 AM.
7:07 AM: Wake up again. Get up and shower, hoping for a little time to myself before the kids wake up. Naturally, this does not happen and they both wake up at the precise moment I get out of the shower.
8:45 AM: Second attempt at the potty already. Toby doesn't do anything. Five minutes later he tells me he peed in his pull up. Thank God I switched back to pull ups. Already, I'm feeling like poor Trevor isn't getting attention.
9:00 AM: Leave for Weight Watchers.
9:30 AM: Get weighed in. Finally down 20 pounds- YAY! Kids are noisy at WW- thank God it's a Mommy and Me meeting, and part of the reason Toby's noisy is because some other kids are running around too.
10:30 AM: Put Toby on the potty. Nothing happens.
10:40 AM: Toby tells me he has to pee. We make it in time. Success! Wash out the potty, give him a sticker, and praise him to the skies. Redress him.
10:50 AM: Toby tells me he has to pee. We make it in time. Success! Wash out the potty, give him a sticker, and praise him to the skies. Redress him.
11:00 AM: Start feeding Trevor. Toby tells me he has to pee. And believe it or not, he does AGAIN. ARGH!
11:10 AM: Finally feed poor Trevor, who's been crying this entire time.
11:30 AM: Go to park. Play with diggers, watch Toby go down slides, go on swings with Trevor, and go throw rocks in the creek.
12:30 PM: Drag a protesting Toby from the park.
12:45 PM: Put Toby on the potty. Nothing happens.
12:50 PM: Feed Trevor green beans and peaches. Be amazed at how much he manages to smear a dab of the former all over his face and high chair. Contemplate literally using a hose on him and high chair. Also set Toby up with a jelly sandwich shaped like a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
1:30 PM: Sit down to lunch myself. Toby has eaten a quarter of the sandwich, after constant nagging. Scarf down lunch, give Toby yogurt after he declares he's done about 1/3 of the way through.
1:45 PM: Tell Toby I'm taking an exhausted Trevor upstairs. Does he need to use the potty? No.
1:46 PM: Start towards the stairs. "Mommy! I need to use the potty!"
2:00 PM: He's peed three times, and I give up and just get Trevor upstairs. There's a reason I've been keeping Toby in pullups anyway. Trevor eats and goes to sleep, and I think about how little I feel like I've actually spent time with him today.
2:20 PM: Come back down, survey disaster of kitchen, sigh. Read to Toby on the potty. Nothing happens. Tell him time to go upstairs. Put Toby down for his nap.
2:25 PM: "Mommy! I have to sit on the potty!"
2:30 PM: Toby pees.
2:35 PM: Toby's little butt is back in bed. He takes a nap, and the angels sing. I putz on my computer because I have no energy to right the mess that is my kitchen.
4:30 PM: The boys wake up. Talk to Daddy on the phone, tell him about the potty. Get a not-so-happy Toby to surrender the phone. Get hopes up for 2 seconds about a free jungle gym.
4:30-5:00 PM: Repeat potty performance. You get the idea. Sometime in there, while changing Trevor's diaper, Howard calls about the gym- we're fifth on the list. No big deal, but a free jungle gym would have been cool.
5:00 PM: FINALLY feed poor Trevor.
5:15 PM: Throw the kids in the car and go to the grocery store to get dinner because I can't take being home any more. Get lettuce for a salad and a California Pizza Kitchen pizza for one. Guess which one I'm going to actually eat? Fortunately, the Weight Watchers fairies made sure there was nothing good at the bakery. But I bought a Milky Way Dark and ate it anyway.
6:15 PM: Toby sits on the potty. We read "Very Worried Walrus" for the fifth time today.
6:30 PM: Set Toby up with pancakes. Feed Trevor "chicken and rice" (supposedly) and honeydew. Trevor is STARVING, but after the edge is off his hunger he thinks it's funny to blow his food all over me. And okay, it is funny. But I can't laugh, because not only will he think it's funny, Toby will think it's funny and do it. Toby says something. I turn my head to address him and Trevor informs me that, damn it, he would like some attention. He does this by whacking the spoon with "chicken and rice" against the high chair tray, splattering everything.
6:45 PM: Toby has eaten maybe half the pancakes. Strongly suspect he is picking the chocolate chips out of them. Give him some yogurt, eat my own pizza and some raspberries. As soon as I sit down, Trevor promptly starts howling. Give Toby yogurt.
7:00 PM: Change Trevor's diaper after he's been in his exercise saucer. Come back to find Toby's dropped his yogurt container into his yogurt bowl and is licking the yogurt off the bottom of the container. Clean everyone up and shoo them all out the door.
7:15 PM: Walk around the development. Of course Toby wants to help push the stroller, and keeps stopping and starting. Socialize a little, but not as much as I would have liked.
8:00 PM: Read Toby his two books on the potty. Poor Trevor is crying. Toby does eventually pee.
8:15 PM: Toby's bath, Toby's songs. Put Toby to bed.
8:30 PM: Trevor's bath, Trevor's bottle. Trevor starts crying 4 ounces in. Give him binky and think that maybe he's done. Leave for a minute. Toby starts crying, wanting to sit on the potty. Let him get up and sit. Try to feed Trevor again. He takes another ounce. Check on Tobe. Nothing. Try to feed Trevor again. He takes another ounce. Check on Tobe again. Drop of poop. Try to feed Trevor again. He takes another ounce. This time, I think he falls asleep. Come in, tell Toby he gets one more time of checking (notice he's got his rubber duck). No production. Wipe up the little and send him to bed. Toby howls for 5 minutes, and then surrenders.
9:30 PM: the house is silent, and I've finished typing this. Going to get Phish Food ice cream and clean the potty one last time for the night. Will not bother with any house work because I is dead.
So I survived the day. Where's my medal???????
Life as a SAHM.
4:30 AM: Wake up because I have to pee. Realize I was up way too late last night and turn off the alarm, lying to myself that I'll work out later in the day instead of at 6 AM.
7:07 AM: Wake up again. Get up and shower, hoping for a little time to myself before the kids wake up. Naturally, this does not happen and they both wake up at the precise moment I get out of the shower.
8:45 AM: Second attempt at the potty already. Toby doesn't do anything. Five minutes later he tells me he peed in his pull up. Thank God I switched back to pull ups. Already, I'm feeling like poor Trevor isn't getting attention.
9:00 AM: Leave for Weight Watchers.
9:30 AM: Get weighed in. Finally down 20 pounds- YAY! Kids are noisy at WW- thank God it's a Mommy and Me meeting, and part of the reason Toby's noisy is because some other kids are running around too.
10:30 AM: Put Toby on the potty. Nothing happens.
10:40 AM: Toby tells me he has to pee. We make it in time. Success! Wash out the potty, give him a sticker, and praise him to the skies. Redress him.
10:50 AM: Toby tells me he has to pee. We make it in time. Success! Wash out the potty, give him a sticker, and praise him to the skies. Redress him.
11:00 AM: Start feeding Trevor. Toby tells me he has to pee. And believe it or not, he does AGAIN. ARGH!
11:10 AM: Finally feed poor Trevor, who's been crying this entire time.
11:30 AM: Go to park. Play with diggers, watch Toby go down slides, go on swings with Trevor, and go throw rocks in the creek.
12:30 PM: Drag a protesting Toby from the park.
12:45 PM: Put Toby on the potty. Nothing happens.
12:50 PM: Feed Trevor green beans and peaches. Be amazed at how much he manages to smear a dab of the former all over his face and high chair. Contemplate literally using a hose on him and high chair. Also set Toby up with a jelly sandwich shaped like a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
1:30 PM: Sit down to lunch myself. Toby has eaten a quarter of the sandwich, after constant nagging. Scarf down lunch, give Toby yogurt after he declares he's done about 1/3 of the way through.
1:45 PM: Tell Toby I'm taking an exhausted Trevor upstairs. Does he need to use the potty? No.
1:46 PM: Start towards the stairs. "Mommy! I need to use the potty!"
2:00 PM: He's peed three times, and I give up and just get Trevor upstairs. There's a reason I've been keeping Toby in pullups anyway. Trevor eats and goes to sleep, and I think about how little I feel like I've actually spent time with him today.
2:20 PM: Come back down, survey disaster of kitchen, sigh. Read to Toby on the potty. Nothing happens. Tell him time to go upstairs. Put Toby down for his nap.
2:25 PM: "Mommy! I have to sit on the potty!"
2:30 PM: Toby pees.
2:35 PM: Toby's little butt is back in bed. He takes a nap, and the angels sing. I putz on my computer because I have no energy to right the mess that is my kitchen.
4:30 PM: The boys wake up. Talk to Daddy on the phone, tell him about the potty. Get a not-so-happy Toby to surrender the phone. Get hopes up for 2 seconds about a free jungle gym.
4:30-5:00 PM: Repeat potty performance. You get the idea. Sometime in there, while changing Trevor's diaper, Howard calls about the gym- we're fifth on the list. No big deal, but a free jungle gym would have been cool.
5:00 PM: FINALLY feed poor Trevor.
5:15 PM: Throw the kids in the car and go to the grocery store to get dinner because I can't take being home any more. Get lettuce for a salad and a California Pizza Kitchen pizza for one. Guess which one I'm going to actually eat? Fortunately, the Weight Watchers fairies made sure there was nothing good at the bakery. But I bought a Milky Way Dark and ate it anyway.
6:15 PM: Toby sits on the potty. We read "Very Worried Walrus" for the fifth time today.
6:30 PM: Set Toby up with pancakes. Feed Trevor "chicken and rice" (supposedly) and honeydew. Trevor is STARVING, but after the edge is off his hunger he thinks it's funny to blow his food all over me. And okay, it is funny. But I can't laugh, because not only will he think it's funny, Toby will think it's funny and do it. Toby says something. I turn my head to address him and Trevor informs me that, damn it, he would like some attention. He does this by whacking the spoon with "chicken and rice" against the high chair tray, splattering everything.
6:45 PM: Toby has eaten maybe half the pancakes. Strongly suspect he is picking the chocolate chips out of them. Give him some yogurt, eat my own pizza and some raspberries. As soon as I sit down, Trevor promptly starts howling. Give Toby yogurt.
7:00 PM: Change Trevor's diaper after he's been in his exercise saucer. Come back to find Toby's dropped his yogurt container into his yogurt bowl and is licking the yogurt off the bottom of the container. Clean everyone up and shoo them all out the door.
7:15 PM: Walk around the development. Of course Toby wants to help push the stroller, and keeps stopping and starting. Socialize a little, but not as much as I would have liked.
8:00 PM: Read Toby his two books on the potty. Poor Trevor is crying. Toby does eventually pee.
8:15 PM: Toby's bath, Toby's songs. Put Toby to bed.
8:30 PM: Trevor's bath, Trevor's bottle. Trevor starts crying 4 ounces in. Give him binky and think that maybe he's done. Leave for a minute. Toby starts crying, wanting to sit on the potty. Let him get up and sit. Try to feed Trevor again. He takes another ounce. Check on Tobe. Nothing. Try to feed Trevor again. He takes another ounce. Check on Tobe again. Drop of poop. Try to feed Trevor again. He takes another ounce. This time, I think he falls asleep. Come in, tell Toby he gets one more time of checking (notice he's got his rubber duck). No production. Wipe up the little and send him to bed. Toby howls for 5 minutes, and then surrenders.
9:30 PM: the house is silent, and I've finished typing this. Going to get Phish Food ice cream and clean the potty one last time for the night. Will not bother with any house work because I is dead.
So I survived the day. Where's my medal???????
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Date: 2008-08-13 01:54 am (UTC)And as long as Trevor gets fed and cleaned, don't worry too much about not spending as much time with him. He's still getting attention, even if it's not as much, and he's not going to fall apart because of it. Think of the times when he probably got MORE, when he was younger. It seesaws sometimes and all kind of works out in the end.
You definitely deserve a Mommy Medal for all that, and even more so for not having the Relief Team come home at night. Hope you get more sleep tonight. *hug*
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Date: 2008-08-13 02:31 am (UTC)*goes off to find you a medal*
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Date: 2008-08-16 02:44 pm (UTC)And you have a girl, so it might be easier. Maybe :)
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Date: 2008-08-13 04:19 pm (UTC)Toby's already asking to use the potty! That's progress! Potty training's two steps forward and one step back, but it will end. :-) And don't worry about Trevor, he will adjust. You are *amazing*, and don't forget that. (((hugs)))
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Date: 2008-08-16 02:45 pm (UTC)Yeah, he's making HUGE progress on the potty. But I will still be glad when it ends. Thanks so much for the perspective! :)