Strange Week

~ Laura

It’s been very hard to get any reading done this week. Just a quick skim of the headlines in the Times and two or three blogs. I have a few excuses.

One. I’m potty training Ian. Now, I hadn’t braced myself for it or written a note in the calendar or coordinated it with Steve’s vacation week. It just sort of happened on Monday, and then there was no turning back. Ian has had the potty thing down for awhile, but only when he’s buck naked and only for short intervals. The underwear thing has been his downfall. As much as my hippy side is good with the idea of naked children and chickens running around the commune, polite society really does demand that Ian wear his Mr. Incredible underwear.

This week, he’s in undies all day. There were several accidents early in the week. I was too afraid to go anywhere, so mostly we hung around the house with me shadowing him, feeling his crotch, and heckling him every 1/2 hour to go to the potty.

Yesterday, he had no accidents and I even took him to the mall. Three mornings in a row, he’s woken up dry. However, he’s so consipated from holding everything in, that he’s only pooping out little diamonds.

Two. The house renovations continue. Now, we’re having the house painted, which is a two week project. All the curtains are removed and where ever I turn there’s some guy scraping one of the thirty window frames. Every time I sit down on the computer, I look behind me and there’s a guy staring at me wondering why I’m writing on the computer when he can clearly see baskets and baskets of unfolded laundry in the other room. He’s totally judging me. So, I step away from the computer and fold the damn socks.

I’m not even going to go into the damage to MY lower intestines which is the result of having guys scraping outside my bathroom window.

Three. It’s hot as hell and the air conditioning units have been removed. In the mid 90s, all week. Damn, I’m way cranky.

So, the potty training is keeping me close to home, and home is crawling with window-scraping, judging workers. Don’t mess with me.

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2 thoughts on “Strange Week”

  1. Heck, I’d go crazy under those circumstances. There’s an orange-flavoured, kid-safe laxative that you can usually get OTC to help get things moving along if Ian’s constipation continues. (Poor kid.)

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  2. “This week, he’s in undies all day. There were several accidents early in the week. I was too afraid to go anywhere, so mostly we hung around the house with me shadowing him, feeling his crotch, and heckling him every 1/2 hour to go to the potty.”
    OMG, you just described my life for the past 3 weeks. I’m off for the summer now, but I have to go back to work soon, so he’s heading off to the new preschool where, I hope, peer pressure will finish up what I started.

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