First thing this morning, I went to investigate a strange sound. (It turned out to be a newly closed vent in the living room.) I went upstairs to see if it was something up there. In the hallway, I could tell someone had made full use of the potty already. So imagine my surprise to walk in the bathroom to see one potty with urine and one empty. I headed into Mr. BANG’s room. I saw one clump on the floor. This is a boy who, since he started sitting on the potty at 9 months old, has had maybe ten dirty diapers in all the time since.
I immediately ran downstairs, told Mr. BANG to put down his camera, and rushed him to the sink to wash hands. All ten fingernails were completely brown. He washed, I washed him, then I left him washing more as I ran up to get the fingernail brush from their bath toys.
Once fingernails were clear, I led him to the potty. When I took off the diaper and started doing a basic clean-up, he started crying – apparently it had caused a rash.
When I got him clean and on the potty, I went up to clean/empty his room. There were no smears, but at least 15 clumps. I now have piles in the laundry room and a large plastic bag of toys in the kitchen, waiting to be cleaned. I’ve disinfected the stair railing and Roomba is working on the hallway, making his way to Mr. BANG’s room.
Drama Queen, of course, the whole time is wanting me to be fully involved in playing Santa. I have let them watch some of the classic Christmas cartoons for the first time this year, like “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.” In previous Christmases, I’ve just exposed them to Christmas things that centered on Jesus, so she loved acting out the Nativity and pretending to be baby Jesus. Now it’s all about me being Santa and her being an elf.
I go downstairs to check on Mr. BANG. He’s still on the potty, but has ripped his new Thomas book from Katie to shreds. He wails as he watches me put every piece in the trash.
I go to sit them down in front of the t.v., and buy “Charlie Brown’s Christmas” on Amazon streaming for them to watch and leave me alone to cool down. I purchased it on my computer; it apparently only shows up on the t.v. if it was purchased on The Brain’s computer. I decide to pay $20 for the movie and buy it on The Brain’s computer (it’s $10 to buy it once). I can’t find his wireless keyboard.
They’re now watching Rudolph, one of the ones I don’t want them watching anymore. (Disclaimer: no, it’s not a bad movie. It’s very cute and I loved it as a kid. I just want them geared back toward focusing on Jesus as the reason for and purpose of Christmas.)
Roomba just fussed at me that he’s hanging off the stairs. I thought he was supposed to be built to avoid those.
We haven’t had breakfast yet.
I’m thinking I am not in an emotional state to handle the kids in preschool today. I don’t know what we’re doing instead. Maybe let them watch bad-for-them movies all day.
Other than that, it’s a fabulous day.