I should start a list of unusual potty incidents, or maybe I shouldn't, but I can't help myself. It all stems from The Boy peeing in the fridge. Seriously! WHY the fridge? Why, why, why?! Oh, because he wanted a piece of bread and it was easier to pee while standing in the fridge then it was to run to the bathroom. I'm 75% tempted to put a locking gate across the spanse between the counter and the wall. My own laziness is what is stopping me. First, the idea of finding the gate, fixing it and then finding a lock, followed by the idea of having to unlock the dang thing every single time I went into the kitchen deters me. Not to mention, The Boy would just climb over the counters and pee in the drawers as he climbs down them into the kitchen proper. So, I guess, I hope that he limits his kitchen accidents to the pantry, the floor and the fridge? ACK. There is not enough bleach in this house to deal with this problem.
Some days are better--yesterday was better in the realm of potty training. But still, his sister was playing with her hair in the bathroom, door locked shut and The Boy hadn't enough time to change courses and go clear to the other end of the house to potty. If his sister were 15, I might understand a bit better, but she is FIVE. There are so many twitch-worthy things about the whole situation. The day before, the kids discovered the secret pocket on the little boy underpants. [insert heavy sigh here] The oldest told the Boy that the pocket was for his pee. So he peed, expecting the pocket to catch it.
Yesterday, ignoring the whole hair/locked door incident, I was picking out the new furniture that will be my reward for surviving the infancy and diaperdom of 3 children. Today, I'm apologizing to the 17-year-old cast-offs that approximate the function of furniture.
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