Third Mother's Day and I am looking forward to cute, handmade cards instead of being peed on in the middle of the night. Really.
My almost 3 year old is mostly potty trained; the nighttime is the final battlefront. Peeing in his own bed, thereby summoning me out of sleep to do clean up on Aisle Oli, is for any ol' night. To make it special for Mother's Day, he went the extra mile and got in my bed and peed on me and my bed, as well.
I was wearing my new pj's , a gift from my mom for Mother's Day. I think I was too stunned to react much, but my ever steady husband almost lost it. Repeat: clean up, console, return to bed. Sleep…one....two...three......WAKE UP! It's
My ever thoughtful husband, who came home from work at
I did not handle this with grace or style. More like anger and desperation. Oli asked for food he then wouldn't eat and demanded to hear Daft Punk "faster stronger". Jack was screeching because he realized his arm was trapped inside his sleeve. He managed to pull his arm out of the sleeve, towards his body and then was furious that his arm was caught in his shirt. Repeat after several rescues from mom. More screeching.
Mercifully, I was relieved of duty around 8 and slept like a stone till almost 11. That kind of sleep is great re-set button (smart husband) and it has been a nice, relaxing day after-all.
