Saturday, March 16, 2013

P.S. I got an iPhone.



































So we're knee deep in potty training around here. On Thursday I nearly threw in the towel. Clara's actually doing really well, but goooood-ness she can be stubborn at times. So I was like, "Fine, we'll just put you back in diapers." And she was like, "Fine, let's put me back in diapers." And then I was like "Fine!" And she was like, "FINE!" And I was like, "Fine fine fine!"

It was a pretty intense moment. Just rewriting it gets my eyelids in a frenzied twitch.

To add to the circus, Maren has two teeth breaking through, and has been a sad little soul lately, and her sleeping has been all wackado. It's made for a very difficult week. Shoot, I might just throw caution to the wind and call it my toughest week, to date. This past week I've been wailed at and shouted at in what could only be a special preview of what living with a 3-year-old is like. I've been drooled on and spit up on. I've stepped in small puddles of unidentified liquid (some were quite identified, actually). We didn't leave the house all week, except for once—to Target. We were there maybe 20 minutes and Maren squawked the entire time and we had to visit the bathroom three times. All false alarms, of course. It seems as if a teething baby and a potty-training child might just be that final push I've been needing into a full-fledged life of hermiting. Hermitancy?

Then to add insult to injury, last night Tom worked super late and both girls cried themselves to sleep, which sort of made me want to do the same.

So today I went to the temple. For one, it's just plain quiet there. AND clean. Double points. But mainly—the temple is the only place I could think to go that would help me feel like everything from this week will end up being worth it in the end.

There you have it. This is me soldiering on.

Happy weekend, blogdom.

5 comments:

Kris said...

Hang in there. The sun comes up tomorrow. It IS going to get better! I love you! Hugs........

Mad Hadder said...

This is absolutely why pioneer nuclear families would be a good idea. You either drop off the kids at a grandma's or sunt's with an "I'm out of here!" They completely understand. No questions. NO judgments. Or a grandma comes over and diverts the kids or...any number of things. I hope you end up with a good neighbor at some point close whom you can adopt.

Dave said...

Seas, oh, Seas. I hear ya and hear ya and hear ya some more. These are the days and moments that are refining us. I think...I don't know, I'm smack in the middle of them too.

Dave said...

oops, that me, Shelly, up there.

kittens said...

Oh man. Do you have hair left? I'd have pulled all mine out and then opted for a clown wig. Let me know when you need a break. I'll come over and take the girls to the park or give you some time for a break/nap/whatever. Let me know.

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