It all started the other day around 5 am when we gave up trying to get Ty to go back to sleep so Eric took him out to get some food. From 5 until 9 Ty went to the bathroom about 10 times. Just pee, but it was 10 times. Then he was off to school and I went home to do the daily to do list. Things went pretty well during the morning with only minor annoyance but nothing too big. Tanner pooped in his underwear, again. Why can't he figure out how to do that in the potty? Austin spit up all over my fresh outfit, and I dropped a can of peaches on my foot. That always hurts soooo bad. When I picked Ty up from school his teacher told me that Ty had continued to go potty all morning during school. That sent my mind racing. I rushed home to get on the phone with the doctor and set an appointment for after nap time.
Then I got the older two down for their naps and Austin was resting in my arms and almost out. I got on the phone with the kindergarten Ty is going to be at next year (KINDERGARTEN, YEAAAAAAA) and I couldn't find his birth certificate. Dang, it's going to be a long trip down to Sac. to get that next week. Anyway, so I was getting the last few details on the sign-up day and I was looking out the window and noticed a beautiful dog walking down the street. I thought to myself, 'what a pretty dog, (slight pause) that looks like my dog, (even slighter pause) THAT IS MY DOG.... ANYA!!
After Tanner woke up we ran over to the doctors. After waiting to check in for the appointment in a line 7 people long we get up to the desk. Just as I give the nice lady our name Tanner starts jumping up and down grabbing himself yelling, 'I have to go potty!' Did you know a two year old CAN NOT hold it? I do, so I told the nice lady at the desk we'll be right back. After our little side trip we got back in line, only 5 people back this time. Not bad. Gratefully my mom showed up right then to help with Tanner during the appointment. Oh how lucky I am to have my mom to help me out. I seriously couldn't do it without her.
So we ended the long day at Wendy's. The boys needed a frosty and I NEEDED a burger. A big, juicy, fattening burger... yum! By the time we got home Eric was there and the day was coming to a close. So I still don't see the humor, but maybe looking back on this will make the next day not seem so bad :)
2 comments:
I want to cry. That's how bad I'm feeling your pain. You could have stopped halfway and won the worst day award. YOU'RE A SUPERMOM NICK!!! I'm so proud to know someone that can handle a day like that. Hopefully I'll either 1) never have a day like that or 2) gain patience.
Burger needed? Indeed. I'm sure you'll be glad to have documented that day for proof in the future. Way to handle it with grace.
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