Morning regretfuls

Dear Friday,
I really thought you were supposed to be better. At some point in my life I looked so forward to you during the week and it did not matter how you actually went, you lead to the weekend and that was enough.
Not anymore.

Picture completely irrelevant- but from a time in my life when Fridays went much better because I was probably a better person. YES, I am pretending to be a nun outside of the Vatican.

Things I wish I could take back/change about this morning:

1) The hour of waking- you would think that I would get used to being awakened during the 6 a.m. hour after having that be the norm  for almost 3 years now, but I have not. I still dream of sleeping later every. single. morning.

2) The poop, oh the poop. First round at 6:30- changed diaper, laid child back down and told her to sleep until her cow woke up. Before the cow woke, I heard her going "Yuck, yuck!" and I knew it would be bad. I walked in to find foot shaped poop marks all over her floor. I really thought that potty training was supposed to put an end to this, but potty training has disappointed me in every other way possible, so I am not surprised I guess.

3) The urine soaked sleeper I left on the KITCHEN counter for like, 10 minutes. Gross

4) My bad, bitter attitude towards Naomi for pooping all over the floor like a poorly trained animal instead of in the toilet like a civilized person.

5) My bad, bitter attitude toward my dear husband for sleeping later than me, even though he was up for hours after me working hard.

6) My current state of sulking (still quite bitterly) over how stinking tired I am.

7) The fact that every time I have sat down to do my version of "praying" I am screamed at by a small person demanding something from me like "juice!" "pancakes!" "smoothie!", which is my excuse for being such a bitter, bad person this morning.

We'll try again tomorrow, or now, that would probably be better.

detox

What do you do when you child wakes up from a nap of less than an hour COVERED in her own excrement and you are the only person you can find to clean it?

Obviously, you clean her off, clean the carpet where the feces was, throw the poo covered pants away and the pull-up that contains almost virtually NOTHING in it. You almost throw up, almost cry, you grit your teeth and take care of the situation and then what?

For me this requires some recovery time. I feel like I deserve something great, a trophy, or plaque or a fantastic alcoholic beverage. But it is not even 4, no one is around to present me with any sort of medal so I decided to set the almost potty-trained child up with a fun activity, make some coffee and down it, and sit and detox via the interweb.

I probably would have run out of the house and down the street screaming SERENITY NOW if my husband did not take on the main part of the potty-training ALL morning beginning around 6 in the a.m. Thank you best husband ever.

Temporarily sane, thank you coffee & husband

There will also be boxed wine drinking and Thai food eating this evening as a reward, much deserved.

Stay poo-free,
Ana