It's no surprise my life is in complete and total chaos right now. It's a mess. My life is one big MESS. Between harvest, (which has now ended for me and my red wagon) crazy picture season, losing my sister, and my kid now starting into her terrible two's, my emotions are COMPLETELY JACKED UP! Yup, just in time for Halloween too. This chick doesn't need a costume. Throw me in the nut house and call it good.
With my emotions being in complete disarray, my patience has also become non existent. Yesterday was just one of those days. Lets face it, in a battle with a almost 2 year old, the 2 year old will always win. I hate losing...HATE IT, but I'm finding out it's hard to argue with a person who can't even wipe their own ass.
I set myself up for failure right from the start. I have taught my kid that the toilet is the "no no." Well... it's more like the "NO NO!"(insert crazy eyes and arms flailing) Why did I do this? Because every time my kid goes into the bathroom she instantly runs for the toilet, not to sit on it, but to play in it. Every time! So yes...I, being the genius that I am, told my kid NO every time she runs for the toilet.
I'm kind of getting off track here, but this is the problem I am going to have to deal with shortly when potty training season arrives. But, back to last night....
So I was already frustrated from Kyla getting into everything she shouldn't and touching everything she shouldn't and eating a tube of chapstick that she shouldn't. Don't judge. She's quick, and I'm slow. Well bath time arrived...YAY! We are always happy during bath time. Well, except when she decides to poop in it. So as she's doing...well....her business, I try to run her to the toilet. The NO NO! Ugh....well, that doesn't work out well, and I end up with a huge mess. I don't know why I didn't just let her finish in the tub, but whatever. I clearly am not a react on my feet type of person. So I now have her out of her dirty bath water. Well.... I'm cleaning up the mess to find she's over in the corner now peeing on her dads clothes. (I'm obviously raising a dog.) At this point I SNAP and start punching the wall. Word of advice...don't do this. Don't punch anything, except for a soft fluffy pillow that will cushion your hand. Casey runs in to see what the heck is going on, and starts laughing at the whole scenario in front of him. Poop...everywhere, and pee. A little dog in the corner, and me sobbing.
The only thing left to do at this point was laugh, but man alive....this whole patience thing needs to hold up a bit better. I hate getting frustrated because I feel like crap afterwords, and the only one suffering from the whole thing is me.
So here's my story that I want my kid to read one day when I'm telling her how she pooped and peed all over like a dog and she doesn't believe me. Yes Kyla, you did, and I still loved you through it all, even if you were being a TURD. You're welcome!
Love, your awesome, slightly crazy, Mom.
