Now, I'm not recovering from anything major like Diana, but I could really use a smile.
And Diana might actually get a kick out of the day I've had, so...let me share........
This morning, I had to go pick up my reject from the state fair. It gave me quite a chuckle when I read the comment on the back, "Flannel is NOT special occassion fabric"...LOL Well, it was entered as a joke, and called "CNY Easter outfit" - I didn't expect it to win anything, just the image that those words gave me. Can you imagine the judge who wrote it, looking completely horrified and/or stunned??? LOL
So, get back home, head downstiars for some computer time, only to be hit by the overpowering scent of cat spray. Did a quick look around....grey, "eeyore-like" kitty had sprayed DSs little foldup couch. Now, normally, this would have just ticked me off, but I had *just* washed the stupid thing from the last time, and gotten it all put back together (yes, I did spray the cushions, apparently that didn't do any good). This time, I can't save it. However, I *am* washing the fabric cover so that DH and I can make a new couch for DS.....whenever life slows down a bit.
Then, when we go upstairs for lunch, it is time for everyone to need the potty . I got there first, and here comes DS, with hispants around his ankles shouting, "I gotta go pee!" Well, the sight of mom in there first must have locked him up. He stared at me with a blank look and proceeded to pee all over the floor (and the throw rug, adn the extension cord for the fan.....). Now, he has his lilttle prtable training potty in his room (so that he can use it at night with no accidents), and he was closer to it than the toilet in the bathroom, but nooooooooooooo, he got the floor.
I had to put both him and myself in timeput until we both clamed down enough to sit and talk. He said that he wanted to use the big potty, not the baby potty because he is a big boy. I had to remind him that big boys don't pee on the floor, and if somebody is on the big potty, his is right there waiting for him. The talk continued, and it came out that.............
-he is scared of what will happen when his baby sister gets here
-he thinks we are going to get rid of him after she is born
-he thinks that we won't love him anymore
-he thinks that we won't play with him anymore and that Bekah will be the favorite
This was something that I thought we had talked through, but I guess he was still worried, and didn't know how to say anything. I also asked him if being scared and thinking we didn't love him/want him was why he was acting silly and doing things he knew were wrong (well of course that was it, MOm, come on, how dense can you be??!??), to which he said yes. I told him over and over that even when he did things that weren't right, and MOmmy and Daddy got angry, it didn't mean that we stopped loving him, it just meant that we didn't like what he was doing.
Now, I know he is only 3 years old, but we talked some more, and I asked him to promise to try and do something - before he does something, he needs to try and think if it would make mommy and daddy angry. If it would, then he needs to not do it; if it wouldn't, then it is okay; if he isn't sure, he should ask mommy and/or daddy....lot to ask from a
3yo, but this little guy is astounding at what he actually comprehends at times (He says he's a big boy because he tries to make his bed, puts his books back on his shelf - he "reads" to his stuffed animals - and empties the little potty...all before breakfast!)Larisa, needing to vent, and hoping to find some advice from the more experienced Moms in this group