We’re done with co-op until after thanksgiving. I thought I’d take advantage of the time home and take away Stellan’s binky. Or potty train. I couldn’t decide.
When one cannot decide, choose both. It’s like ripping off a bandaid. Might as well get the crying done quickly.
So Stellan woke up to a different world Monday morning. He is a typically kind of a cranky boy, but this has not improved his outlook. He’s missing his binky and his diapers, and I’m four for four on nursing a massive headache every day this week. Fun times.
Throw in a German Shepherd who was spayed last week and is apparently now feeling like a million bucks once more but is still on painkillers so… come to your own conclusions on that one, so long said conclusions include much energy, naughtiness, and failure to take naps. Also, there’s goats that keep getting out, a clingy three year old whom I can only assume is just trying to get her share of the attention, cooler weather, and two dear children frantically trying to get more schoolwork done than they ever ought to have let accumulate, and you have the recipe for a fabulous week.
I’m going to lose my mind.
Stellan pooped on the floor. The floor I mopped yesterday. Two dear children failed to notice that they had stepped in it. Spread the love through three rooms. Mop again.
Stellan fails to aim well. It’s a skill, I know. Charlotte’s math book got a good sprinkle first thing this morning. They do not make potty chairs the way they used to. I’m not impressed. They also do not make covers of math books strong enough to last the school year. Said math book no longer has a glossy easy-to-wipe cover. Of course not.
Naps have been another fun event. You know, when that binky is truly missed. Such sadness and mourning. I’m no pushover, but it’s hard to take. I’ve sat and rubbed his head every day this week. Trading one habit for another. Perfect parenting, right there. I tell you.
Here’s to big moments. Doing the hard things. Growing. Changing. Learning.
Here’s to a baby dancing around the kitchen naked with a mouthful of chocolate chips. He’s so happy with his accomplishments, pleased with himself to no end when he’s successful. Or he just loves chocolate.
I’m not above bribery when it comes to potty training. I might need to eat some chocolate myself if I’m to survive this week. Bribery to finish strong.