The other night my 5 yr. old called out, “Mom, do you want to see what just came out of my teeth?”
My response as I race down the hall to where she is, “Are you KIDDING me? Do you even have to ask?!!
Of course I don’t actually want to see what just came out of her teeth. But I will go and see. And I will comment with all of the excitement and vigor the occasion requires.
That example was on the mild side. However, there are some things I just don’t want to see. For example, “Mom, look, my poop is __________. (Fill in the blank with a color, or shape, fruit even…)” And while I would prefer to happily decline these invitations of “come and see” I continue to find myself in these circumstances. Praising, agreeing, and heaven help me, even coming up with a few suggestions of my own. Gross. Honestly there are some days where my stomach just churns all day long and I really don’t have much of an appetite. Not that you could tell by the way my jeans are hugging.
In other bathroom news, Mason is working on using the big boy potty. He’s doing pretty well when I take him in every 20 minutes. He’s filled nearly two sticker charts! He has yet to tell me himself that he has to go. Well, except for that one time when he said the word and we went running to the bathroom. I was so proud! I quickly pulled his pants down and promptly realized he didn’t need to go, he already had. That was fun! I am now cleaning the bathroom and doing laundry every single day. On the bright side, I’ve never been so caught up on my laundry and the bathroom has never been so sparkly clean!
Avery decided to surprise me today and clean out the fireplace. In her school clothes- khaki pants. Which necessitated me mopping the floor. That, although it needed to be done, was not on my list of things to do. Today. This week. Or quite possibly until the day my parents are due to arrive in April. Does this happen at your house? Good intentions and “surprises” make the most delightful messes to clean up.
Messes I’m trying to handle calmly. I really cannot imagine my life without these sticky little people.