Today was brutal. We surrender. Can't you see us waving our white flag?
Anyway, both boys are finally asleep. I am decompressing in the beautiful sound of silence.
Some highlights of the day include not leaving the house.
I was allotted a whole 12 minutes of alone time, including bathroom breaks.
My shower time was interrupted by a flustered Mr. Yoy. He was waving what I like to call his "panic hands" as he stormed into the shower and briskly told me to hurry up.
For the record, I hadn't washed my hair in two days. Can't a girl get some good hair conditioning time? Apparently, the answer is NO.
Little E had a bomb in his diaper and Big E had tinkled all over Mr. Yoy's office. I guess Mr. Yoy tried to carry him to the toilet so there was a trail of urine from his office to the potty.
Oy. Disaster. Also, mildly funny.
Especially after I told Mr. Yoy, who was lounging on the couch watching football during my shower time, that he had to keep asking Big E if he had to go to the bathroom.
Mr. Yoy left around 3 this afternoon to go to the Falcons game. This left me alone. With two terrorists.
One wouldn't nap.
One couldn't remember if he had to go to the bathroom.
BIG E, DO YOU HAVE TO GO PEE PEE ON THE POTTY?
I repeated myself over and over and over and over again. When did I become this annoying?
There were some successes.
I was able to get Big E to use the toilet multiple times including a giant poop. He was so surprised he "made dirt"! So was I!
He also didn't barf from the 10 lbs of crap he ingested during the day-long bribery candyfest.
I'm exhausted from being on code red alert all day. No dozing in the playroom chair for this mom.
The worst part is, I have to get up and do it all again tomorrow. I'm hoping Big E doesn't regress overnight and start messing up our floors again tomorrow.
For those of you that have gone through this with your kids, I find you amazing. This is the most trying thing Big E and I have done together, aside from birthing him.
For those of you that have this on the horizon, I empathize with your anxiety and dread surrounding the process.
For those of you without kids, this could be a deal breaker.
Wish me luck for tomorrow!
Do they mean my tears or my kid's?