Parenting is fun. We all know that, right? It has crazy ups and downs. So let me paint you a word picture.
I'm pregnant. Like super pregnant. The kind of pregnant that makes it hard to put on my shoes because I run out of oxygen. Lucy is three. And when she says she's got to go potty, it means you have no room for error. No delays. No detours.
It was morning. Lucy had just shouted that she was awake. I went in, and we started to take off her pj's and get her night diaper off (we are down to only diapers at night! GO US!) and suddenly she yells, "I HAVE TO POOP!" So we rush her to the potty. And as she gets settled in, it hits me. I too must go. In a rather urgent way. And I'm super pregnant. So there is also no room for error. No delays. No time for detours.
So I leave Lucy, sitting on her Elmo potty. I rush to mine. We share a wall. And Lucy is so sweet to shout encouraging words at me.
"Mom! You good? Mom! We are both pooping! Mom! Does your tummy feel better? Did you get all the poops out?!" Very helpful. And funny, until she says...
"I'm done now. I'm going to wipe myself, ok?!" Talk about striking fear into a mother's heart. So I start yelling at her from my throne.
"Lucy! Don't move! Do NOT wipe! I'm coming as fast as I can. I'll be right there." To which she is replying. "Mom! Its all good. I can do this. I'm big now!" And so we yell at each other for a little bit. Until I manage to get my act together and get over there. And at that point... well I'll stop painting you a word picture and just say Lucy required a bath.
And, like I said. Parenting is fun. Parenting while pregnant is extra fun.
And I am tired.
I'm pregnant. Like super pregnant. The kind of pregnant that makes it hard to put on my shoes because I run out of oxygen. Lucy is three. And when she says she's got to go potty, it means you have no room for error. No delays. No detours.
It was morning. Lucy had just shouted that she was awake. I went in, and we started to take off her pj's and get her night diaper off (we are down to only diapers at night! GO US!) and suddenly she yells, "I HAVE TO POOP!" So we rush her to the potty. And as she gets settled in, it hits me. I too must go. In a rather urgent way. And I'm super pregnant. So there is also no room for error. No delays. No time for detours.
So I leave Lucy, sitting on her Elmo potty. I rush to mine. We share a wall. And Lucy is so sweet to shout encouraging words at me.
"Mom! You good? Mom! We are both pooping! Mom! Does your tummy feel better? Did you get all the poops out?!" Very helpful. And funny, until she says...
"I'm done now. I'm going to wipe myself, ok?!" Talk about striking fear into a mother's heart. So I start yelling at her from my throne.
"Lucy! Don't move! Do NOT wipe! I'm coming as fast as I can. I'll be right there." To which she is replying. "Mom! Its all good. I can do this. I'm big now!" And so we yell at each other for a little bit. Until I manage to get my act together and get over there. And at that point... well I'll stop painting you a word picture and just say Lucy required a bath.
And, like I said. Parenting is fun. Parenting while pregnant is extra fun.
And I am tired.
