I had just written a long blog and went to publish it and got an internal server error and lost it all–ugh.
Let me see what I can remember. Oh yeah, Brenna poo pooed in the potty!!!!!!! We are accidentally using reverse psychology to train her though. She keeps taking off her pants and diaper and saying she’s going to “pee pee daddy” (pee pee in the potty), but she doesn’t do anything! So I’ve started having to tell her no, don’t take off her clothes. Today I said go ahead and she did, and I went to get the laundry out of the dryer and she was saying “wow!” and looking in the potty. She actually did it! And she did it 3 times today–poo poo! Why won’t she pee pee like normal kids? Maybe she will today.
The baby is screaming and won’t go to sleep and will probably wake Brenna up any minute. The little banshee keeps rolling over and then she won’t go to sleep. (she sleeps on her stomach–I know I’m a horrible mother). She never has been able to sleep on her back. I had thought it was because I’d been feeding her baby food at night, and that was making her wake up in the night–maybe with a tummy ache. For 3 nights, no food, and no waking. Don’t know what today’s deal is. It might be that she was screaming like a banshee yesterday and I broke down and went and got her. It’s so hard to listen to them scream. I know she’s tired though. She was falling asleep when nursing. This is just another reason why I’m not a good mother. I mean, I know I’m and OK mother. My kids are happy and healthy. I’m just not GOOD at it. I despise potty training. I hate that I have to clean the kid, flush the stuff down the toilet, then clean the potty for the next time. It’s so gross. And from what I understand from my friends with older kids, it just gets more gross.
Maybe when I get some work (I might get some work from a neighbor friend), I might feel better about myself, and therefore, feel better about taking care of my kids? I’ll probably just be even more worn out and take it out on them. I hope not. I really hate when I do that. I hate the look in poor Brenna’s face when she’s punished for hardly doing anything but being a kid. It’s hard to remember that she’s only being a toddler when you’re exhausted and haven’t left the house for weeks. (and no, the grocery store doesn’t count)