Kate hit the big TWO and decided to test all the boundaries and reassert her will. Which means she says NO to everything including peeing in the potty. She went from reliably dry all day to wetting herself every 1-2 hours.
So, today was recalibration day. I put the potty chairs in the kitchen, dressed she and James (who is a year older but behind her in every way, per the usual for my boys who hit all milestones on the late end of the curve) in only shirts, gave them water bottles, and planned a full day of kitchen cleaning.
Last night, laying in bed planning today I got myself all excited about spring cleaning and wondered if I could even get caught up on laundry, too. This was gonna be great!
Do you know what I did? I did dishes, made lunch, and emptied the veggie drawers in the fridge. That's it.
In short, 4 hours in the kitchen this morning covered just my usual kitchen chores. Sure, I was interrupted every five minutes by a kid thing because I had two underfoot. But still. I have now confirmed for myself that I wasn't imagining it and I actually do spend all day in the kitchen and laundry room.
Boy, it's a good thing I've been parenting for nearly two decades now and I have a great perspective on how quickly these phases pass. Otherwise I'd be incredibly discouraged about a life that has shrunk in scope to two rooms of the house and nonstop potty-and-M&Ms-talk.
Don't mind me. No, I'm not crying. Just chopping an onion. A lot of onions.
So, today was recalibration day. I put the potty chairs in the kitchen, dressed she and James (who is a year older but behind her in every way, per the usual for my boys who hit all milestones on the late end of the curve) in only shirts, gave them water bottles, and planned a full day of kitchen cleaning.
Last night, laying in bed planning today I got myself all excited about spring cleaning and wondered if I could even get caught up on laundry, too. This was gonna be great!
Do you know what I did? I did dishes, made lunch, and emptied the veggie drawers in the fridge. That's it.
In short, 4 hours in the kitchen this morning covered just my usual kitchen chores. Sure, I was interrupted every five minutes by a kid thing because I had two underfoot. But still. I have now confirmed for myself that I wasn't imagining it and I actually do spend all day in the kitchen and laundry room.
Boy, it's a good thing I've been parenting for nearly two decades now and I have a great perspective on how quickly these phases pass. Otherwise I'd be incredibly discouraged about a life that has shrunk in scope to two rooms of the house and nonstop potty-and-M&Ms-talk.
Don't mind me. No, I'm not crying. Just chopping an onion. A lot of onions.
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