Monday, September 22, 2008

Poop on the wall!!!
Today is the first day of "real life" with me being home with the kids all on my own. I was able to get showered & dressed, get the kids dressed, went to the store & then headed to a baby shower - all without incident. I wasn't too late for the shower either (about 15 minutes late which is my usual arrival time anyway). We had a great time at the shower, everyone drooling over the cuteness of Carter & Logan running off some steam playing with all of his friends. When it was time to go home, our day spiraled out of control from there & only got worse.

I told Logan it was time to go home & he had the freak out of all freak outs. Screaming at the top of his lungs, throwing himself around, the whole bit. I told him that he had a choice, he could leave the nice way or the mean way. Nice way is saying good-bye to friends & leaving at his own will. Mean way is refusing to leave & I physically remove him. He said he wanted to do it the mean way. So, I picked him up, practically bicep curling his entire body like a barbell & carried him out to the car. Photographer friend got Carter's car seat in the car for me while I buckled Logan in screaming & hitting me. I told him that due to his behavior, we were going home & he was to go straight to his room without lunch.

We get home, he goes to his room & I nurse Carter. I am flat out exhausted. All I want to do is take a nap because I had been up since 4 am because Carter thought it would be a good idea to stay awake from 4-6am again (I'm sensing a pattern here). I was able to close my eyes for about 30 minutes when I'm awaken to the calls of Logan needing a diaper change (I wish this kid would just potty train already). I put Carter in the swing (which is broken because Aunt Ju-Ju decided it would be nice to return our swing that that she borrowed for Cousin B with it trashed enough that it won't actually swing on it's own - don't even ask me about how dirty is was too). By this time, Logan is calling to me downstairs saying that he wants to wake up, even though he hasn't even slept. I open the door to find POOP ON HIS WALL.

He was fully clothed, so I'm sure he just grabbed some from the back of his pants & painted a spot on the wall. I was furious. Not only was there poop on the wall, but he hadn't slept, he pulled this massive tantrum all afternoon & now I just wanted to lock him in his closet for the rest of the day. I got him changed, cleaned the wall & sent him downstairs. He lost his cartoon privileges & had to entertain himself while I nursed Carter again. He played outside & I caught him poking Buddha's poop in the lawn. I am so grossed out, I bring him inside & sanitize his arms all the way up to his elbows. He plays inside after that & proceeds to pester Buddha the entire time. By this point, I'm sure my face is red & steam is coming from my ears. Since he refused to listen about leaving Buddha alone - AGAIN - he was sent to his room for the second time.

That's where he is now. And I can hear him throwing things at his door. And Carter isn't liking the stupid swing because it's not swinging & every few minutes I have to go over & give him a push. Thank God we're about to leave to pick Bill up from work in about 15 minutes. And thank God there's beer in the fridge, too. Because I'm going to need one to relax after an afternoon like this. Welcome to reality!

6 comments:

angie said...

Poop on the wall?!?! Oh my! I hope your week is better, or at least poop art-less.

erica said...

Oh girl! :(

Kira was getting into our cats litter box for awhile and good lord it pissed me off to no end. She's also stuck her hands down the back of her nappy (and I'm with you 100% on the potty training thing - just DO IT ALREADY!!!) but so far no art on the walls.

I'm not a beer fan myself, but it's usually the only thing we keep stocked in the house alcohol wise... and why do I get the feeling that as soon as #2 is here I'll be doing the same thing as you? LOL.

Here's to hoping your week improves dramatically!

(Um also... wtf is up with the swing? I swear mate, NOBODY knows how to respect other people's stuff anymore)

Jen said...

It gets better. I swear to you it gets better. Alcohol helps. Beer is for amatures though...I suggest heading straight for the rum...right out of the bottle! ;) Only teasing..kinda. Really though. It gets better, I promise. Send me a novel if you need to!

Erin said...

Oh the joys of having a toddler. I feel your pain (well with the exception of having a newborn to care for as well...). I'm being told it's part of being their age and that it will get better. Let's hope, right!??! :) **HUGS**

Anonymous said...

It will get better - however little boys tend to be a lot different than girls, of which you are one. They do think and process stuff differently, so it is sometimes hard to get things across to them. I truly think the new (newer than 25 years ago) diapers are too comfortable, and should be traded in for cloth diapers at toilet training time. If you have to sit in wet or sticky, you will be more likely to train quicker. However, harder to keep clean, and no one remembers how to fold them or swish them out in the toilet. When he is ready, he will be ready. Boys take more time. Especially on the poo part.

Dawn B said...

As soon as I saw your headline all I kept thinking about was a certain family member who DID THE SAME THING when they were Logan's age. I hear about that story quite often, still.

Oh and yeah, rum is awesome. We here are far from real drinkers, but having a small drink always trumps a nervous breakdown in our house. lol