Welcome to my confessional. It’s 3:45 and I just poured my second glass of wine. Honestly, I really don’t care if anyone judges me for that, but I do feel the need to say that this is not an everyday, weekly, or even monthly occurrence. So, please keep that in mind if you think about judging me. This post may be kind of random and may be a little rambley too (thank you, Barefoot Chardonnay). However, it may prevent me from continuing to rage text my husband while he’s at work or shaving my head like Britney circa 2007.
I’m just gonna cut to the chase, when my son was down for his nap (or should I say, I thought he was napping) he pooped on his bedroom floor. Now, he couldn’t just leave his poop in a pile for mommy to clean up. Oh no, he had to smear it on every inch of his carpet, on to his bed, up his wall, on half the toys he owns and then some. And if you don’t believe me, I have pictures ( ya know, from when I was rage texting my husband). I swear, if this kid could multiply money like he did this poop, we’d be living on a private island off the coast of Belize.
We’ve been having some potty training issues for a few weeks now. I don’t know what happened but it just happened. He was doing great and then one day he peed his pants, and the next day he did it twice more, and now we are at this, half the time he’ll use the potty and the other half he won’t deal. I don’t understand but what are ya gonna do? I’ve heard that this can be normal and I’m trying to remind myself of that, but today’s incident got me. I have officially checked out ( not totally, I still have to mom.. but half way) and have reached level – I need wine at 3pm mom.
Honestly, I had no clue how to handle this. Potty training is touchy with kids but I also want him to know that smearing poop all over his bedroom is NOT OK. So, I took his Bat Mobile car off of him and told him he can have it have back when he poops on the potty. I feel pretty bad for doing this because it’s his favorite, but I didn’t know what else to do. He did get it back this morning after pooping on the potty (I’m editing the morning after I wrote this). I’m going to try not to focus on the pooping incident anymore. I’m trying to forget that, although its hard when YOUR WHOLE HOUSE STINKS.
After that whole fiasco I had to pour myself a glass of wine ( or two), have the tv baby sit, while I vent and write a blog post at the kitchen island. And ya know what, it’s helped. Sure, it’s a little early, but right now I’m calming down and my kids are happy. My kids have no clue that I’m upset. As a matter of fact, my kids think I’m awesome right now. My son is watching Monsters University with the biggest bowl of popcorn and my daughter is walking around in her walker with some yogurt melts… all is good here.
I’m just sharing this because I need to. I need to write to distract me from how annoyed and angry I feel. I need a glass of wine to help me relax. Motherhood is hard. Its non stop. Its go, go, go. Give, give, give. Be positive and enthusiastic when you just want to scream “why the heck did you just do that”!!! Its smile when you’re sad and remain calm when you’re angry. And it can be exhausting. Sometimes you just need to find your zen in a bottle.
You’ll be ok though, I’ll be ok and so will those kids. We set our expectations for ourselves so damn high that we almost set ourselves up for failure. So, of course were going to need a little reboot. Of course were going to need to step back. Of course were going to need that occasional glass of wine. And I just want to tell you – that is ok. It’s going to be ok.
We do what we need to as mothers to get by and today I am doing what I need to. I used to consider becoming frustrated a weakness but it’s how you deal with it that can be a strength. If I can acknowledge when I’m struggling but show my kids that I’m not, then that is a win in my book. I’m not suggesting drinking to cope with your issues either! BUT, if you need a glass of wine to chill because your day has been full of sh*t, you pour yourself that glass.
Thanks for reading and I’m sending my love to you.
” Be kind to everyone you meet. You never know if they have a toddler at home”… I have no clue who said that but it’s words to live by.