All the buckets in the world can’t save me
I’m writing from a hotel room about a mile from my house.
Sounds ominous, huh? It’s not. You see, last week Mr. Bunny and I had strep throat at the same time. It was actually my second time–the first time I mistook it for mastitis because it started with aches and chills, just like mastitis. So I got the wrong antibiotic, and also gave the strep to him. (BUT, MIRACULOUSLY, NEITHER BABY HAS GOTTEN IT.) So on like the morning of day 3 of us being in total agony and unable to sleep because of the agony, he had this huge work deadline, and I just looked at him standing there with dirty babies throwing cheerios at him, and when I got to work I booked him a night in a hotel. And he was very, VERY happy. And then I realized that I have this tendency to do for others what I desperately need for myself. And I told him this, and he booked me a night in a hotel, and HERE I AM.
I basically feel like I’m in HEAVEN. I mean, check it:
It comes at a good time, because parenting has been pushing me to the edge lately. It’s two things, and I’m writing this post in case any Parent Readers have been there and have suggestions. Because you know I ain’t reading no bullshit BOOKS. About parenting. Other books I like.
1. PUSHING. Bun Bun has discovered the joys of pushing her brother. Over. So that he cries. My own brother, whose parenting I really respect, urges me to not freak out too much. You know, remove her and show her it’s not okay, but don’t turn into an insane harpy over it. But as Jenny told me once, for which I really thank her, having someone hurt your child turns you into a red-eyed rage monster, and it doesn’t matter that the hurter is another of your children. Thoughts?
2. Toilet training regression. Bun Bun has decided that she will pee on the floor now, for fun. She doesn’t do it for her nanny, just for us. The standard wisdom is that this is very common, and to not overreact, just stay cool and positive when she does make it to the toilet. But I tell you what, people, I CANNOT FUCKING HANDLE IT. Just peeing on the floor makes me pretty furious, but when she looks at me and scurries over to her bed and lets loose with the stream? %&$(@&Q(*$^@! I usually have to get my husband so that I don’t hurt her. Not pretty. She has also decided that she will only shit in her diaper, at night. I tried just taking her night diaper off, but that just led to a lot of shitsplosions in the middle of the night, and then came the strep throat, and I put the diaper back on. Again, I’m sure best practice is to just stay cool, but %&$(@&Q(*$^@! It’s so insanely frustrating. I can usually handle about 5 piss episodes and then all my resolutions to stay cool are out the window.
And that’s why I’m really looking forward to taking a bath and staying up late watching shows about people remodeling things.