Last night I glibly wrote to my sister, "A mission is like being in a taffy pulling machine - you get stretched every-which-way, and usually at a constant, high rate of speed. It will help you so much in your later life . . ."
Like today . . . (grrrrrr,) I HATE the smell of pee! But today is the taffy pull of smelling pee! Benjamin took his pee soaked navy "Cars" bottoms, which I told him to toss in the laundry room, and he tossed them in a dryer full of wet, white clothes! Then Abigail turned it on! I have a pee smelling load of white laundry!
Abigail was wearing different pj bottoms, and I should have known that there would be pee soaked undies and jamma bottoms in her room on the floor!
Before putting Benjamin on the bus, I got him into underwear so that he could get used to not just peeing in a pull-up. While writing this post, he leans on the couch and starts peeing on the floor! In FRONT of me! AAAAHHHHH! YOU DON'T JUST PEE ON THE FLOOR CHILD! I have hustled him to the bathroom, made him pee there, and come start wiping up the pee on the carpet. I am utterly SO SICK OF PEE right now, and my child looks at me, the floor, and his cloth with a look that says,
"What mom. It's just pee."
I do believe that in the pre-existence, we got a little check list of "preferred annoyances" and I figured that having kids pee well into their near tweens was much better than, "horribly disfigured" or "turrets" I don't know. I wish I could now see what my alternates were, because I have a sneaking suspicion that my celestial self volunteered. I figure that it must be filling a 3 - 4 credit required course in child rearing and that smelling pee didn't seem like THAT big of a deal in my crystal clean celestial outfit. But now I hate it, I hate it, hate it HATE IT!
We're having a bad pee day.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Posted by Katrina at 11:37 AM