bad day, mommyhood, potty training

‘Nuff Said

My day started with little T.Puzzle absolutely refusing to wear a protective cape at his haircut. He kept yanking and yelling. The poor stylist was ready to go toe to toe with him. I told her to let it go and we’d deal with the hair fall-out later. She had no idea what she was up against.

Then, as we are seated waiting for Full Speed to finish weapons camp little T.Puzzle looks at me and declares, “I have to pee-pee.” This turned out to be a teachable moment. He in fact was in the process of peeing everywhere when he made this announcement.

“No, little T.Puzzle, you meant to say ‘Look at me everyone, I am peeing all over my chair, the walls, the floor and let’s not forget my shoes.” Okay, so I didn’t really say that but man, was I frustrated.

The lady sitting next to me says, “Looks like he was really saving up.”

Um, yeah.

I look in her direction and say, “I’ve got extra clothes in the truck.” I was kind of hoping that she would help out in some way. I mean I didn’t expect her to wipe up the pee, but maybe offer to go grab the clothes, or offer to watch little Frick while I ran to the truck? Or something? Anything? Anyone?

Nope. She looked at me like I was crazy with a ‘k’.


Suddenly, out of nowhere another mom swoops in with paper towels at the ready. She hands me towel after towel until the initial mess is somewhat controlled. She offers to care for the garbage and sends me to the truck with little T.Puzzle.  I get him cleaned-up and changed and when I return to the scene of the crime, she already has some cleaner on hand so I can properly disinfect the area.

And you know what? She didn’t think I was crazy one bit.

And you know why? She has three boys.

‘Nuff said.

children, mommyhood

Spring Cleaning

We had new indoor shutters installed in our guest bedroom and in our loft area upstairs. It is such a huge improvement from the sad, dangly plastic strips that were unsuccessfully trying to pose as window treatments. I feel like we went from dorm-room chic to actual grown-up decor (so very exciting and yes, I realize I need to get out more).

This inspired me to ‘spring clean’ the toys in the loft. There were many useless (and large) baby-type toys that needed to go. I was tossing stuff left and right. Of course, as I’m sorting things into toss and keep piles, little T.Puzzle follows my every move and determines that he loves every single toy I’m trying to lose. I give up eventually and let him keep a couple of them and when he lays down for quiet time (because who am I kidding that he naps anymore?), I race around in desperation loading as much of the unwanted toys into my truck as humanly possible.

Overall the process was a tiny bit sad but mostly felt immensely liberating. Maybe I am delusional but I keep holding on to the dream that as my boys grow older they might mature and my life won’t seem quite as challenging. Then again, where’s the fun in that? Do you really want to read a blog about the world’s best behaved children?

Yeah, I didn’t think so.

health, kids, parenting

If They are Alive, All is Well

The only thing worse than being sick, is having to take care of a sick kid while you don’t feel well yourself. I have contracted what T.Puzzle had and it has manifested as body aches, sore throat and a double ear-ache. I slept a ton yesterday and went to bed early. I was woke up at around eleven p.m. as I heard a desperate, screaming Full Speed. I was so out of it but connected the dots quickly as Mad Dog brought him stripped down to our room.

“Did he puke?” I ask.

“Yep,” is all Mad Dog says.

It takes a lot of effort but I get myself up to lend a hand. I’m heading to his room to start cleaning. Since I feel so gross myself, I am unable to begin. The smell is overwhelming and normally, as a Mom, I have a stomach of steel, but since I don’t feel well myself, my stomach is a quivering mess. I must give props to Mad Dog, he dealt with the clean-up and I dealt with Full Speed.

I showered him, changed his pjs and made a makeshift bed of a sleeping bag, towels and bowl right next to me. He was pretty shook up but drifted to sleep quickly.

I still feel awful and am barely functional. Mad Dog is in charge. As long as my kids are alive, all is well.