Tuesday.....

O k today was a rough day. Actually it all started yesterday. I watched my friend Katie's girls while she was away. Shelby is 5 and Lillian is 1. Shelby brought out the "real" Christopher yesterday. She opened him up to his crazy side. He spent more time in "time out" yesterday than he has in the 5 years he has been alive. Now I want you to understand something - they were not bad - they were normal 5 year olds. Jumping and throwing things. Not listening to a word I said. You know 5 year old stuff. Lillian was awesome, but I just love babies. Jonathan wasn't too happy with the baby being here. He kept calling her baby not Lillian. He finally said her name and it came out Wil-wee-an. Last night after putting the kids to bed I took a sleeping pill, like I always do. Well, Jonathan decided to wake up just as my pill was kicking in. Poor Steve had to work from 7:30a to 9:00p today so even though he offered to sleep on the couch Jonathan and I slept on the couch. Well we actually came down stairs and watched TV until 2 am then we went to sleep. I woke up this morning with a crook in my neck and a pain in my ass. I went upstairs to potty and Jonathan started screaming. I ran down the stairs to find him stuck. I had pushed the train table up against the couch to prevent Jonathan from rolling off during the night. His nu-night shoes got stuck between the couch and the table and he want not a happy camper. This next part was the best part of the day was while I was grocery shopping. I bought a bottle of white wine and when I got to the register the cashier asked me for ID. Yup I got carded. I was so excited that I told the boy he was my new best friend and I loved him. Got home from shopping and after I put away the groceries, me and the boys went for a nap. Actually, I napped and the boys watched a movie. They decided that they wanted a snack and after letting me sleep for a whole 20 minutes. I must digress for a moment. Jonathan just announced that he needed to pee. I took his pants off, I have been doing that to make him be a little more independent, and he went running up the stairs. Jonathan grabs his butt and heads up the stairs. I hear him flush the toilet and say "bye poop - thanks for coming". Then he yells "maaaammm I all done, come wipe my bum". I have to carry him down stairs and he runs back up stairs. Daddy yells up there - hey what are you doing?, Jonathan answers - I going pee-a. I went up stairs to take a peek and he was standing on the toilet seat - not the cover but the actual seat. I asked what he was doing and he told me that the pee-a wouldn't come out. So back to my original story.... I am sitting at the computer checking my email and Jonathan starts his pee dance. The song goes - I go pee-a, I go pee-a, MAAAAMMM I go pee-a. I help him out of his pants and he goes up stairs to the bathroom where Christopher is going pee on the potty. (Thank heavens I have boys with only 1 bathroom- they can go at the same time.) Christopher yells down stairs "um mom, we havea probwem. I should have known that this would be a bad one but any who. I asked what the problem was and proceeds to tell me that Jonathan pee'd on Christopher, the floor and the potty. So I head up the stairs to find yes indeed that Jonathan pee'd on the floor, all over the potty and the wall and the floor and the trash barrel. I tell you that he must have aimed his penis in the air and sprayed everywhere. I am cleaning the floor and hear Jonathan yell from downstairs - MAAAAAMMM, there is poop on the floor. I asked him where the poop came from and he said, "not my bum". I said well where did it come from. He says, "I don't know". I, of course, ran right down the stairs and asked where the poop was and he says "I don't know". UGH! Sorrty for the long post, but I just had to share!