As those close to me put it, "Just when you got to where you could probably get some things done, you throw a puppy into the mix"....and now, like when there's a newborn in the house, nothing gets done. My life feels like it's full of pee, poop, and some spit up here and there. I am constantly changing diapers, taking our puppy outside to use the bathroom, and cleaning up the messes inbetween. If you think I'm trying to make you feel sorry for me, you've got that right! Boohoo for poor Lizzie!
Sometimes I think I might be going a little insane. And it's totally my fault, of course. I'm that type of person that I feel like I just have to fill every single moment to the brim to feel complete and then I just can't catch up because I'm doing SO much! But I'm hanging in there and I love my pups, my kiddos, and my disaster of a house. I've pretty much given up trying to pick up things and clean...unless someone is about to choke on something or make a bigger mess by shredding it to bits...then I make an effort to pick up some things.
Sometimes I go in my bathroom and shut the door, sit down on the floor with my back against the wall and BREATHE. I know, that sounds a bit drastic and dramatic, but it's the only way I can take a step back when both children are crying, the puppy is whining, Dean is barking, and the cat is meowing, and I JUST NEED TO BE STILL. And in that moment of breathing, I'm usually saying a quick prayer for sanity and calmness. Thank goodness for prayer, am I right?!
So I probably would have put off this post until another time, as I have been doing lately with all my blog post ideas, but this one couldn't wait. It's just too good.
Victoria (my 2 and 1/2 year old) is going through a stage where she is constantly taking off her clothes and her diaper and enjoying the freedom. She'll do this is in bed, as well, and either spend the whole night naked or wake up and undress and then pee in the bed. It's been interesting. So, Saturday morning we decided to give potty training a try. A friend had mentioned just letting her go without any diaper or pants and just be "free" on the bottom half. We read a potty book, practiced sitting on the potty, reviewed the rewards that were in place when she used the potty, and so on. She was super excited to use the potty. Fast forward thirty minutes. Trey's in the basement, I'm in the kitchen, and Victoria yells out from the main floor hallway, "Mommy! Poo poo! Lexi eat poo poo!". I immediately sprint to her location to find the puppy eating some feces.
Now whose feces is she eating, you may ask? I was trying to figure out the same thing. Samuel was napping, so he was out of the question. Dean (our older lab) never poops inside. Definitely wasn't cat poop. And it would be awfully strange for Lexi to eat her own poop, not to mention this looked different...and then thirty seconds into this moment of me gagging and wondering what in the world was going on, I realize the truth. My half-naked 2 and 1/2 year old, who considers herself to be a princess, had just pooped in the floor without hesitation. And the dog ate it. Can life get any more ridiculous?!
I picked up the puppy, yelled for Trey and handed her off to have her mouth washed out by the dentist in the house, cleaned up what was left of the mess, cleaned up Miss Victoria who seemed to have no problem with the fact that she just pooped in the floor, and then we immediately put a diaper on her and decided to forgo the potty training for the day. For the sake of my sanity. I hate to be a quitter, but sometimes you just gotta throw in the towel.
Life is still good, in fact, it's great. It's certainly a little LOT more chaotic than it was before Lexi arrived, but we're holding on tight and laughing when we can. Take care, friends!
xoxo,
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