Today was one of those days. The days that just keep kicking you even when you are down.
It started when I decided (for the first time in 3 weeks) to go to bed early. My littlest still sleeps in the family bed, so I happily climbed in all ready to get some much needed sleep – when he woke up.
He sometimes wakes for a couple minutes, so I patted him down and he fell back asleep.
And then woke up. Again, and again, and again. He woke up every hour from 11pm to 5am… He is night weaned and has been sleeping through the night for months (at 23 months old). It was a rough night!!
But, we mothers can function on very little sleep so I got up and went about my day. I let my middle child pour the milk for his cereal (training him to do it himself) and he spilled the whole thing…It was okay – no need to cry over spilt milk – but my cleaning list started to grow from that point.
We went to feed our fish. Three little guppies that we were growing attached to – and of course, “why is that one upside down??” and of course it *had* to be K’s as he is the most sensitive one. Lots of talking and lots of tears later, and lots of WHY questions… we said goodbye to the spotted one.
After the tragedy they were playing very nicely, little fights here and there, however they would not leave the kitchen and had me tripping over them time and time out. I was starting to get frustrated. I remembered that they seem to act out more on a weekend when dad is not home – so I sucked it up, and found them work to do.
I decided to send them outside to play so that I could finish the kitchen. Just as I put my youngest in his snow gear he pooped. I picked him up and went upstairs to change him (of course I had just run out of diaper liners – and so now my cleaning list grew some more as this particular cloth diaper needed some TLC.
As I was putting a freshly clean cloth diper on his bum, my middle child came in the room. I asked him if he went pee (as he was entering the bathroom as I headed up the stairs). He said, yes that he had gone pee. But that he wanted to be like E. (the youngest). I asked him – how so? He told me that he pooped in his pants. He is 4. Has been potty trained for a year. I said, you want to poop in your pants? He replied, no I pooped in my pants to be like E.
I would like to say that I stayed calm, but I was pretty irritated that he would purposefully poop in his pants (adding more to the cleaning list). I took him to the bathroom and sure enough a kid sized poop was in his pants. I put him on the potty and left the room…taking a parent time out. (He finished on the potty and I praised and smiled…and the grumbled to myself while cleaning now the potty and the pants.)
They went outside. The day continued. They came back in. Wanted to paint.
We painted. They made a collosial mess… paint on the floor and the walls… apparently they like to wave their hands a lot when excited.
Cleaned up, went downstairs – ate popcorn, watched a movie. (emotionally scarred R – the middle – UP is too intense for him.)
Left the TV on for 15 mins while I re-heated the pizzas in the oven and came down to E – sleeping at 6:30pm… 7 was usually his bedtime, and I panicked. Not wanting him to miss dinner and not wanting to be up all night – I woke him…..he didnt eat dinner anyway….
Bed for the big two at 8pm….E didnt go down until 10pm… that cat nap sure gave him a second wind.
Just as I got E to sleep, K – the big one, calls me into his room.. I walk in and he goes, “mom, my neck feels funny.” I say, “oh?” and walk over to feel it. Not a moment after my hand is on his neck he starts to gag and projectiles in my direction. I pick up the closest thing to me – which is a basket – and he fills it with regurgetated popcorn and pizza. I gag, he gags again and continues.
After he is done, I carry him to the bathroom and place him on the toilet. I go and strip his bed (look more cleaning!!) and thow it in the wash. I look at the basket.
It’s a wicker basket that I use to collect their toys that they leave in my living room. It sits on my stairs and then at the end of the day is brought up into their rooms to empty….so this one – full of puke – also had ALL of the toys that he loves the MOST!
I take the basket into the bathroom dump it in the sink – fill the sink with water and gag – and gag- and gag – and start to *fish* out Lego Minifigures…. Luke, Darth Vader, and Ninjagos and floating in stomach contents.
It is in that moment that I think about how *only* a mom would do this. No one else would sift through vomit to save beloved toys. And as he sat on the toilet he kept asking in a panicked voice – “you are not losing them down the drain are you??”
I wish that was the end – but it is not…he puked again…and I had to strip the bed again, and throw stuff in the wash again – and as I write this I can hear him retching…..it is going to be a long long long night….
Sigh. (but this *is* my job.)