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I Had a Bad Day

I had a bad day

I’m usually quite an upbeat kind of person but yesterday I was in quite a bad mood.  The kind of bad mood that usually ended in arguments and could have resulted in a bit of a falling out on Twitter. Thankfully, one of the advantages of being 40+ years old is I can usually see the warning signs, have a moment as my hand hovers over a keyboard and know when my mood has beaten me.

It’s not me…..it’s just my head.

I spent the weekend with the nastiest cold virus I’ve had in a long while. (Note: I’ve not said flu. Regular readers know how I feel about people claiming that whilst they tap tap tap on their Facebook account).

I was determined not to stay the whole weekend in bed, instead I got hubby to do the ballet run and I paced myself during the day by doing jobs in the house and sitting down again for 20 minutes.

I’d spent Saturday night googling houses in Hampshire in our price range.  It was a bit depressing. I convinced myself that we’d never get what we want for the money we have.  So I woke up still feeling a bit sad about that.

Hubby got up on Sunday morning in an immediate bad mood.  He hasn’t been enjoying the children recently (The Monster is especially taxing, but Pickle is very teary) and he was bracing himself for another day of bad behaviour, tears, arguments and general “raising children” horribleness.  His mood thickened the air.  I sunk lower.

The Monster is refusing to toilet train.  Absolutely refusing.  If he’s not in control, it aint happening.  Pants, pull ups, stickers, chocolates, dinosaurs (an actual WHOLE dinosaur for doing a poo and he won’t do it), Ipad on the toilet, potty in front of the TV, Competitiveness with the rest of the family, coaxing, kindness, talking, shouting, reference to still being a baby….NONE of it worked.

In my mood, I sunk lower still and then moaned on twitter, got a lot of helpful advice that I then got annoyed at (it’s me, not you) and decided to stay off for the rest of the day.

So.

  •  Children
  • Toilet training
  • Cold Virus
  • Hubby mood
  • Big move reservations

They all conspired against me on Sunday.

I’m a big girl though.  I can see how it all panned out and it wasn’t anyone’s fault but my own.

  • I’m assuming the children are just going through a phase.  We’ve upped the use of the step for the The Monster, especially if he’s rude to us.
  • I’m leaving the toilet training now. I’m thinking I shouldn’t mention it. He’ll probably just use the toilet one day without any prompting. It needs to be his decision.
  • The Cold Virus is already on the way out.
  • I have no control over Hubby’s mood.  I have control over how I react to it though.  *Deep breaths”.
  • I need to stop googling the houses in Hampshire. Get our house valued this week.  Take it from there. Stop panicking.

I guess there are some advantages to being 40.  At least I can see that it’s not me…..it’s my head.

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How NOT to Potty Train

pottyThis is not my first foray into the world of potty training. Oh no.

I have my “GOLD” potty training badge.  I graduated with honours from toddler toilet training 3 and a half year ago.  I’m a pro. An expert.

Or so I thought.

The Monster is nearly 3.  He’s already 6 months older than Pickle was, but life is a bit more hectic nowadays, he’s still struggling with his language and overall we just never thought he’d be ready at the same time.

So I picked a weekend that we were free and set all the wheels in motion for a Friday start.  Right after school drop off, we were all set to begin operation Potty Training.

  • Chocolate buttons for wee rewards. CHECK
  • Mini Dinosaur figurines for poo rewards. CHECK
  • Potty. CHECK
  • Special toilet seat. CHECK
  • Potty training book. CHECK
  • Oodles of patience. CHECK
  • Paper Towels for accidents. CHECK.

So, off we went.

Wee number 1 in the potty. Woo hoo. Chocolate button dispensed.

Poo number one in the toilet whilst using the ipad.  Woo hoo. Dinosaur dispensed.

Then….well he wasn’t so keen after that. I couldn’t convince him to sit on either the potty or toilet. We had a wee accident. NO big deal, I cleaned it up and put another pair of spider man pants on him.  We had lunch and I popped him in bed with a pull up nappy on. Yes, he still naps, unusual I know.

After his nap we got up, put our special spider man pants on and headed off to pick up Pickle from school along with her play date for the afternoon.  “Please, please, don’t let him have an accidents whilst we are on the school run”.

We get back and he hasn’t done an accident. However, he won’t use any toilet or potty and he wants to go upstairs with the girls. I can’t keep him downstairs, so up he goes.

30 minutes later and the girls start shouting for me.  “Mummy there’s poo on the stairs and I have it on my leg”.  WHAT?

I get upstairs and there is poo on the stairs, AND on the tights of the playdate, and on PIckle’s leg and in the bathroom and the bedroom and the hallway and there is The Monster, happily playing with shit sliding down his leg.

I swear, it is the most horrendous scene I have every come across.

He won’t  move so I have to pick him up at arms length (he is heavy) and carry him to the bathroom where I attempt to clean him up with wipes, it wasn’t working very well and the girls kept shouting out new places that poo had been located.  Unhelpful.

I was in such despair I started sobbing, but The Monster thought I was laughing and joined in. Well you can imagine how well that went down.  I snapped back at him so fast I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him look that surprised.

Cleaning up a bedroom that had been trashed by all 3 of them wasn’t much fun either.  Not so easy to see where the bastard poo had gone.

My text to my husband – “Potty training abandoned Shit all over the house. Your turn next, I’ve had enough”.

Seems I’m back to bloody square one.  I’ve handed back my medal.