The few nights I had Bobby on the alarm were pretty disastrous. He peed 4-5 times a night, with me getting up to help him change each time, leaving me exhausted and cranky the next day all week. When Theo needed the alarm back it was kind of a relief - B is back in pull-ups for the time being; I am not optimistic that the alarm will be successful for him. He has a similar attitude about this that he did with the constant pants pooping - that it doesn’t really matter because he can hide it, that I’ll just clean it up anyway (even when I had him cleaning his own poopy underwear). Is it a defense mechanism? Is he afraid of failure? Do I just have to wait until he decides to do it, like he did with the pooping? Am I raising a rebel type child like I was (am)? Can nobody be the boss of him?
In the meantime, I am leaning in and trying to be present for this holiday season - the house is decorated for Halloween, I’m plotting a Thanksgiving menu, trip to Florida to visit my sister over winter break is booked, I’m volunteering at the kids’ school Halloween carnival and making monster Rice Krispie treats for Theo’s class bake sale. I’m trying to make your childhood fucking magical, dammit! (J/k)
This weekend I had a rare creative parenting moment by dragging the kids out into our neighborhood for a geocaching session that was largely successful - we found three out of four. We also touched a lot of garbage and got minor heat stroke. But hey, we had lunch, learned about our area, used our brains, and spent time together. Win, win.
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