Out of the last six days I’ve only done my biking four. It’s a combination of things, getting over being sick and, before that’s complete, catching a stomach bug and then drama. It’s completely zapped any and all motivation for anything other than sleep. Oh, and Boo had a bad run of scary dreams one night, so bad I put her in bed with me. Poor thing cried if I wasn’t holding her super close so I crooked my arm under her and we snuggled the rest of the night.
The burn I felt in my shoulder when we woke the next morning was FIERCE!
I’ve been super frustrated over the potty training or, lack of, with her. She knows what to do and, once in a blue moon, will pee and or poop on her potty. Mostly, though, she either calls upon the powers of her iron-clad bladder and waits me out OR hurries up and pees in her diaper before I can get her on the potty. She feels accomplished when she does that, too!
I ordered a box of those Cool Alert pull-ups, the ones that make your cooter cold within seconds of piddling in them. Two days and I thought they didn’t work! Friday I noticed she was breaking out right where the “cool” strip is. She’s never said one thing about the coolness but I’m guessing she’s just activating her amazing powers of ignore given she’s reacting to them. She has SUCH sensitive skin!!
So I did the unthinkable. I gave up. Officially. I told both her parents, Bear and Britt, that I was giving up because I didn’t think she was ready to be potty trained. They sighed and agreed with me. It was defeating, giving up. I’ve never given up on potty training before with any of the MANY kids I’ve potty trained! I really think Boo knows what to do, how to do it and when. It’s fighting her will to get her to do it when she doesn’t want to that’s the problem!
After her bath last night, before she was dressed, she suddenly asked to use the potty. It was still in the living room so when Bear put her down on the floor she took off, streaking butt-naked through the house, ran to her potty and immediately peed in it!!
Did she just need me to give up first? Was this just a one-off thing? I dunno! I hope this is a new thing and one that continues.
That’s kind of how my week went. I made a huge pot of chicken stock on Wednesday so I could use it to make chicken noodle soup on Thursday. I knew what day it was on paper but my mind was off in la-la land and I mistakenly thought everyone, Mike included, would be home for supper on Thursday. I made almost two gallons of chicken noodle soup. For three people. Just three. It was good! But.
Sigh.
I really wish I hadn’t put the (gluten-free) pasta in it. Soup with pasta just doesn’t freeze as well as without. Pasta goes to a blech-level when it’s been frozen like that. So guess what I’m having for breakfast and lunch until it’s gone?
And the drama? Ugh. I’ve been going out of my way the last few weeks to include someone in family stuff and be as nice as I can, within reason. Said person said I’ve been playing mind games with them and they’re going to show me how it’s done. Really? Please. I invite you to try. I haven’t even considered “mind games” with them because it’d be counter-productive and wouldn’t be a fair fight. Besides, I’m getting too old for petty crap like that.
I told them what I’d heard and that I was offended. I am. Or was. I’m over it now for the most part, having gone from angry to offended to just bewilderment. A buddy on G+ told me once that he follows this code: Hold me accountable for what I say, not what you heard. I think I need to inscribe that on something, ring it with flashing neon lights and mount it on my front door or somewhere equally as visible. Matter of fact, I need a “Code Wall”! Could mount his code under “Because I said so”, “Money doesn’t grow on trees” and “Put it up or I’ll put it in the trash”.
Code wall. Shame I’m not all artsy-fartsy. Could even make code pillows and line my couch with them.
I guess this counts as my one whiny post for the month, no?