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Welcome to my life. As a newish stay-at-home mom, I'm trying to figure out what my life is about. I know I'm a wife and mother, but who am I? This blog is my forum to find out and my therapy...



We Just Might Never Leave the House Again!

As iVillage and FertilityFriend predicted, Aunt Flow came to visit today. That's fine. I'm really not that upset. I learned a lot and we'll try again next month.

Meanwhile... This is my life:

I took Lilly to swim class today. She didn't cry the whole way there. Yippee! I thought to myself, "This is a good sign".

Let me back up. Lilly went to bed around 10 last night. I put her to bed at seven, but she didn't go to sleep until 10 because she's in a big girl bed, hasn't pooped in two days, and just figured out that "I need to go potty" is the magic word to get out of her room when she's supposed to be sleeping. I normally don't fall for it, but after not pooping for two days and having 5 prunes for an afternoon snack, I made an exception. So, she was tired today.

Back to swim class.

We walk in and she starts crying. I ask what's wrong. No response. So, we put our stuff down and she proceeds to try to get in the pool wearing her dress. I told her that she needs to wear a swimsuit to get into the pool. She screams and throws a tantrum. So, I sit and wait it out. When she calms down, I told her that we are going to go get changed. She refused to come. Well, I can't leave her alone, so she had to come. But I decided I wouldn't force her to wear a swimsuit - we were early and she could change when she was ready. I changed and she didn't. Then, she tried to get into the pool in her dress again. I stopped her. She had another tantrum. Then she decided she had to go potty. So, we get her folding potty out but someone else is already in the bathroom. We wait a few seconds while I say, "They are almost done and then you can go potty" in a rather loud voice. They don't come out. So I carry her to another bathroom, which is really far away and she has a bit of an accident. As soon as I sit her down, she immediately uses the potty. I praise her. She gets off the potty and starts crying again. I couldn't figure out what was wrong. So, I decided that since she was crying anyway, I would just go ahead and put her suit on.

Of course our washing machine broke yesterday, so I had to hand wash the swimsuits because I left them in the backpack all night and G-d only knows what kind of mildew started growing and what it could do to girl parts). The swimsuits were still wet. So, now she's shivering. I covered her with a towel. She's still crying... So, we make our way back to the pool. She decided she was going to get in and starts running towards the steps. As soon as I say, "don't run", she slips and falls. So, now she's really crying. I pick her up and hold her for a few minutes until she calms down.

By then, it's time to get into the pool. She started crying again and cried off and on through the whole lesson. The other moms are looking at me like, "poor you". When class was over, she refuses to get out. Go figure. I had to pick her up and carry her out of the pool. So, she starts another tantrum. I carried her and all our stuff up the stairs because doggonnet, we're going to be the first to change in the bathroom so we can get the heck out of there. So, I take her wet swimsuit off and put a towel around her. She's so mad and is throwing such an tantrum. I decided to get dressed quickly while she's having a tantrum and when I look up at her, my heart dropped. The poor girl is bleeding!!! She somehow hit her mouth on the floor (I'm guessing). It wasn't bad, but it hurt and there I am trying to dress quickly (without even toweling off or even changing a stupid tampon) so I can get out the bathroom because there is a little boy outside holding himself and begging me to let him in to pee. And all the while Lilly is screaming and her lip is bleeding.

By now I am in tears. My poor baby was just too tired to swim and I made her go and look what a disaster it turned into. Never mind that the class sucks. She's the oldest one in class and we've been doing the same darn things for three summers now. They should have let me put her in the next level class (which she's two month's too young for). Then I wouldn't have had to get in the water with her every day and somehow it would have all been better. So, I dress her outside the bathroom and discover that gosh I have no panties for her. She had an accident in the ones she wore to swimming class and I left the spare clothes in the car.

So, by the time I get her into a clean pair of panties and buckled into the car with a snack, I'm really crying. One of the swim teachers walked by and wanted to know what happened. I told her that I wasn't coming back tomorrow and this is just just too much for me. What does she say but, "Don't let her beat you". "If you let her quit then she wins". Hello lady! She's not quitting. I am!!

So, she falls asleep about ten minutes before we get home. I tried to transfer her to the bed, but of course that doesn't work. She wants the promised tylenol for her lips, which I get. Then she wants milk. So, I run downstairs and get some milk. Then, she wants me to sing to her while she drinks it. Of course, I'm feeling so bad about the lip incident that I decide the darn tampon can wait another three minutes. When she finished her milk I kiss her goodnight and walk out. Less than a minute later, I hear, "I have to go potty". Oh G-d. We're going to have a repeat of last night. So, I let her out to go potty. She sits down and of course, does not go potty. She starts to play. I tell her that we're going back to bed and she starts with the "I need a wet wipe" thing that usually means she has some anxiety over pooping. This is going to take a while...

By the way, the tears that started as we were leaving the pool haven't stopped yet. So, I leave Lilly to find her own wet wipe and walk into Hubby's office. I ask him if he can watch Lilly for minute so I can at least change this darn tampon.

And that was just two hours of my day...

Remind me why I want another? At leas now Lilly is sleeping soundly while I vent. With another I'll never have a break. Yet I still want another. Strange, isn't it?

posted by Avorie @ 2:27 PM,

1 Comments:

At 5:52 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sorry about the negative. Hopefully next month will be better :)

We have days like that here, i couldn't imagine life without 5 now though :)

 

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