You never realize how uninteresting your life is, or how little you actually have to say about anything until you force yourself to write every single day.
All I have are random thoughts:
The earthquake devastation in Japan is crazy scary and tragic. I think of all of the lives that were taken or destroyed by an epic natural disaster, and then my mind goes to really morbid, dark places. The Earth as we know it today was created by huge shifts in magnetic plates, and it didn’t care about who or what was wiped out in the process. Nature doesn’t give a shit about all of our little human lives that we value so much and think of as so important. But I’m a human, and I think of the lives that were lost in that, the terror that those people must’ve felt, and it’s incredibly sad. Their lives were important to me and other humans. See? Sad, morbid places.
I’m exhausted. Tomorrow we’re going to the Sherwood Forest Faire with a group of Vance’s work friends. We love the Texas Renaissance Festival, and supposedly this one is even more fun because it is smaller and less tourist-y. I don’t know, we’ll see. I don’t know how much I am going to be able to handle, being almost 36 weeks pregnant, and having these feet that tend to swell and ache. Maybe we should rent a wheel chair or one of those motorized scooters. Unfortunately, I can’t take pictures, seeing as we still haven’t purchased a replacement camera. Hopefully I will be able to steal pics from someone in our group.
Alright, I’m heading off to bed. Night all!
I’m going to have to keep this short because Vance is wanting to head to bed, and I still have other things to do. Plus I have very little to report about the day, though all of it is GOOD.
I can call this now and not jinx anything. Deven went to bed at 9:30 (about an HOUR LATE) and he officially had 0 accidents all day. He peed in the potty 3 times at school, and then COUNTLESS times at home, and all of it made it to the potty. Well, almost. Apparently when he pottied at school, some of it shot out onto his undies while he was sitting there. So he did need one change, but it doesn’t count as an accident. So today was excellent on the potty front. Next, we need to work on getting him to go “twosie” on the potty. He’s sat down saying he needed to, but then I think he got a little of the shy butt and couldn’t poo out in the open living room. We need to get a second potty for the upstairs bathroom so he can have some privacy if he needs it.
I went to work. A customer came in to pick up an order, and I couldn’t find him in the system. He kept looking at and talking to me like I was the retard. He kept saying “the number is -7272, right?” And I told him yes, but so are most of the stores in the city of Austin, because it spells “PAPA,” genius. I asked him if it was possible if he called another store on accident, and he kept getting more and more annoyed with me, so my boss Amy intervened, and basically told this guy every single thing I just told him. He finally shut up and discovered that he had placed the order at another store. I don’t get it. He listened to her, but not me when we both told him the exact same things. Whatever. It still feels like a cliche to generalize and say that people are stupid, because it’s not always the case. There are such things as miscommunications and whatnot, and I’m not going to say that I am at all above that or that it never happens to me.
What I will say and is that a good amount of people are assholes.
I don’t want to write another boring post all about potty-training my kid, really I don’t. You see, it’s understandably dominating our every thought and waking moment of our lives. And I can’t not write about it now, because today was fan-fucking-tastic and I would be cheating ourselves and everyone else by not talking about it. I’m also probably jinxing it, but, you know…
So are you guys ready to hear about what happened today? You ready for it?
Deven peed on the potty 4, possibly 5 times today. And the number of times he made it on the potty totally outnumbered the amount of accidents that were made. Holy. Crap.
There were keys to this success: after he noticed he got praise for going potty, he wanted to use the potty, and being as independent as he is, he wanted to go by himself and was only really successful when the potty was in sight, and he could get to it by himself. So, taking him to the potty every 15 minutes at school may not work out, but just having a potty in the room at home definitely does. Does this mean I could possibly trust him when he tells me he doesn’t need to potty?
Of course, there was the poo incident. I talked to Jackie about the potty training being a possibly problem at her house, but it didn’t occur to me that he would poop. He had been holding it in until he got a diaper on his butt at bedtime, or just not going at all, so I wasn’t counting on him actually going in his underwear somewhere other than home. Of course it happened while I was in therapy, and Jackie was not very happy to have to clean it up. On the plus side, she said it appeared as though he had tried to get his pants off (he was wearing jeans, because I am retarded) to sit on the potty, but he just didn’t make it in time. So there was that. Then he peed on the potty, threw a kicking and swatting fit over a band aid, and pissed Jackie off so bad, she basically kicked us out. I felt horrible. My kid is a real, genuine asshole sometimes. I’m thinking next week I should give Jackie a break from having to watch him so she doesn’t end up wanting nothing to do with either of us.
So there was day 3. I know that with potty training there are really awesome days like today, and then days when he seems to go backwards. It’s a process, but it’s hard not to be optimistic about days like these. Also? The week is almost over. That is something worth getting really excited over.