Why does it always seem that "The best laid plans often go awry"? I personally think it is because the person that coined that phrase had children late in life...and never really understood how the addition of little people that need things from you grows exponentially and directly with your need for solitude and/or cooperation...
I had grand plans this week that by today I would have gone through my office, the storage room, as well as BB's office and have everything ready to be loaded up into the dumpster that I'm getting from the City today.
Imagine my lack of surprise when on Tuesday I dealt with the aftermath of a sleepless night, followed by a constipated 2-year-old, a teething 5-month-old, a husband that refuses to make his own lunch, a housekeeper that was 45 minutes late, a dog that puked in his crate, and two cats that decided they were too good for the clean litterboxes. Instead of being able to spend the day organizing our personal paperwork, and cleaning up BB's office, I spent the day cleaning up after one dependent or another, making and delivering a lunch to my husband on the other side of town, and then going grocery shopping, where I indulged in some retail therapy.
Yesterday, the neighbor kids came over to help me out a bit, and we got the things that were already placed in the "garbage" pile from the basement into the garage. Of course, this now means that the dumpster is still not here, and I have my truck and my car in the driveway, about 4 dozen boxes to sort through in the basement, and BB's office still to be done.
Tiny Princess is very bothered by the barometric pressure changes when storms roll through...unluckily for me, we live in a state where said pressure can change anywhere from 1 to 14 times a day...compounded by the fact that she is cutting her first tooth. I am excited for the tooth...nothing quite like a toothless, hairless little girl dressed all in pink to draw comments of "What a handsome little boy! Two handsome little boys! I bet their daddy is happy to have 2 future ball players!" Not that I'm saying Tiny Princess can't play ball of some sort if that is what she wants, I just wish people would not assume that she is a boy because she has no hair...oh well... Yesterday, her tooth, and the weather caused her to be quite whiny and needy...even after a Teething Tablet (LOVE those, by the way!) and a dose of Infants' Tylenol...I tried every trick I could think of to no avail...she finally crashed around 8 last night, and slept until 6:30 this morning.
Captain Chaos was uncomfortable as he needed to have a B.M. in a bad way...and for some reason unknown to me, has decided that he will get in trouble, or something if he doesn't go in the potty...at least if he doesn't have a B.M. in the potty...I am scouring my mind for any type of words or behaviors on my part, trying to determine if I am the cause of this.
Is it normal for 2-year-old boys to be afraid of that bodily function? Is this the only time in his life he will be embarrassed by these things? I know that he will soon be fascinated and greatly amused by such things as flatulence and belching, and that he may never grow out of such delight...I am not asking this to happen, but it would be nice if we could help him get over this fear of having a B.M. so that he would perhaps go a normal amount daily, rather than the cumulative total of 2 - 3 days worth...
On a less gross note, I am now procrastinating the cleaning of BB's office. But I know I must get it done today, as BB will be working from home tomorrow and I absolutely will not work in his office while he is in there. He has the unfortunate habit of not being able to let someone else make a decision about how things should be done. It would be one thing if he was the one who handled all our paperwork, but as I am the one that pays the bills, and files all the paperwork, I need to do it in a way that makes sense to me...and if I try to do that while he is involved, I will inevitably lose my temper when he hounds me for an explanation as to why I am doing it the way I am...and then refuses to accept my reason...it would be one thing if he asked me why, and then said "Oh. OK. If that works best for you, than that's fine with me.", but he must question and question and question me until I feel like I'm stupid...
Thankfully, that only happens occasionally, as I am aware that he is not trying to make me feel stupid, it is just the inevitable conclusion when he thinks I am doing something that would be better if I did it the way he would. He is getting better about realizing that I sometimes do things differently and sometimes my way is more efficient. I realize that sometimes his way is more efficient and try to give him credit and thanks for helping me see things differently. Perhaps that will rub off...
Well, the Leap Frog "Letter Factory" video is almost over, and as we watched it about 8 times yesterday, I think I will perhaps attempt to put in a Veggie Tales DVD next. At least I can watch 8 straight hours of Veggie Tales and it will be different every 3o minutes...
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