I'm losing my mind. Constantly.
Somehow, I'm in the midst of potty-training Gavin, and the week before Annie's opening night.
WHAT HAVE I BEEN THINKING?!
There is so much to do and not enough time (and I thought I felt this way previously!). Every time I try to get something done, while my children are awake, Gavin has an accident. Every time I try to sit him on the potty, he flexes his willpower. And this kid's got some. But then two seconds later I am sitting next to him, realizing that he just pooped his pants. Wonderful.
My realization is that I cannot do this right now. Today I threw on a diaper and told him to go to bed. I had had it.
The sad part is, he doesn't mean it. He loves me and feels bad when I'm upset over cleaning his dirty bum. AGAIN. It kills me to get mad at his cute little face. He really has me wrapped around his finger. And I love him too.
Just not so much when he's wet. Or poopy.
Where's Steve?
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Can I just say that this reminds me of the last three weeks where Hazel decided she wanted to go on the potty the second I got home from the hospital with Henry...and she constantly asks me, "Mom you love me, just not my pee wee right?" Well I do love her, just not the pee wee all of over the house....
ohh, that's no fun. Potty training is hard when you are doing so many things at once. Hang in there, he'll come around, and yay for disposable diapers...it doesn't hurt to keep him in one til the business subsides! good luck with Annie!
I feel for ya, Britt. For the first time in our month of potty training, Gavin told me he had to go and then pooped. Yah!
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