Today was one of those days where my job as Mom was not that enjoyable. I guess it was yesterday really because 3 AM is technically tomorrow, but I haven't finished sleeping it off yet. I'm up feeding Syd and decided to vent.
The day started out great. Dave took Jessie to school on his way to work. The boys and I got dressed and started the day. We left the house by 10 AM to visit some ladies from church then went to Trader Joe's for much needed grocery shopping. The boys were so good in the store and so was everyone else. Usually, there is a grumpy old lady or two that shoot me dirty looks or snide comments while shopping with 3 kids in tow. Seriously. It's usually at the checkout line when they are standing behind me with their measly 10 items in a basket. Walk your grouchy self over to the freakin' express lane lady and leave me alone. Well, those ladies were thankfully absent today. I had Sydney in a front sling, Logan in the cart and Toby was my awesome cart-side gopher. Most of the people we talked to were Moms or happy Grandparents who were very complimentary and told me about their families while we shopped. I always love to see people's reaction when I tell them I also have an older girl in school. My opinion is that the majority in this area think having 3 kids is a stretch. They see me with my 2 boys and infant girl and think, "Awww, she got her girl." If I'm out with all 4 kids though, the reaction is usually "are they all yours?" It's become a fun game to try to predict people's reaction when I proudly say, "yes!"
So we're out and done with shopping in less than an hour with no tantrums or meltdowns. Yes! We pick up Jessie from school and get home about 3 PM. As soon as we walk in the door Logan starts in with his poopy dance. Since starting potty training last Monday he is a rock going #1 on the potty. However, he is deathly afraid of going #2 on the potty. We have no clue why he can't do it calmly. It's always after a few hours of dancing, crying and trying to pretend nothing feels wrong. Today was no exception. The hours between 4-6 PM are hard enough, but Logan took them to an entirely new level today. To spare everyone the horror, and the fact that I don't want to relive it again, we'll just say that after 3 hours straight of prancing around saying "Oww, owww,"crying, pouting, kicking, screaming, banging on doors, falling asleep in the shower (which was supposed to calm him down and get things moving) he finally pooped 10 minutes before Daddy got home at 6:30. Figures right? In my experience everything could be going wrong until right before Daddy gets home and then I have no proof. good thing hubby still believes me. He could tell I was at my whits end when I called him after 5 to see if there was any chance of getting some backup with this crazy little person we usually call Logan. I joked with Jessie and Toby, who were trying to stay under the radar that entire time, that the cops were going to knock on my door any time now because the upstairs neighbors probably thought Logan was in mortal danger down here. I kept my calm even through that split-second urge to lock him in the bathroom or duct tape him to the toilet and find some earplugs for myself.
I almost forgot the best part. Logan is all done pooping after such a huge ordeal and he looks at me while washing his hands and says, "Whew, that was easy!" Nothing like some fresh salt in a wound, eh? I was traumatized by the whole experience and he skips away to play with his cars like nothing out of the ordinary happened. We ate dinner, put the kids to bed early and I sat on the couch to calm down for awhile.
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