The naughty word that begins with the letter “P”

Goodness get your head outta the gutta. The bad word im talking about is “Potty Training!” I hate that word!!

Right, now I have been training my son who is 3 for about 6 months. And even before that my son has been doing #2 for almost 10 months no questions. Just started one day and hasnt stopped. Thank goodness for that. Back track a bit to my daughter. When I potty trained her she took a little while bit when she got the concept we were good. Now, i know every kid is different but, my son isnt different he s just difficult. He refuses to wear a pull up because he says “I no baby, I big boy. No pull up only underware!” Thats great until he s peeing all over my floor because he just doesnt feel like going when he should. Now, none of that is hard pr difficult.thats pretty normal its the night time. Oh how much I hate the night time. My baby boy is a BIG MAMAS BOY. And, I love it. He bed when Im in the livingroom watching tv or working out. I usually dont find this out until about midnight when Im heading to bed and go to pick him up and there is a puddle of piss on my bed. I have a wicked bad time sleeping so sometimes at 2am im dealing with this. This happened last night. At 230am im washing him up, changing the sheets. Washing up the bed, oh ya did I mention I have this pillow top bed that has a protector top on it but for some reason it was pushed to the side. Of course!! So after all of that gets cleaned up I was finally able to lie down and go to bed. 

God please let this come to an end soon!! Hahah ya right we kmow the truth!! 


My Crazy Morning

​ life is a joke sometimes and I m not sure how I’m still alive. I totally feel like a robot some days. It’s just an automatic thing. I get up, survive, go to bed. Or at least try to go to bed. Everything else is pretty much mandatory.  Sleep I’m coming to realize…is not!

So, at 215am my daughter wakes me and my son up…”mommy,there is a spider in my bed.”  So the half awake mom..tells her to just jump in my bed I’ll take care of it later. 

Not even 2 seconds later she’s fighting with my son over a pillow. So I’m like effe this…i get up go to the kitchen to grab my shoe and there is chocolate milk and syrup everywhere…ya…did I tell you she forgot to mention she had a friggen chocolate milk party before coming to my room. So after cleaning that up i head to her room. Ya..sure as shit…there was 5 spiders on her ceiling. I said I thought you said the bed she s like “sorry meant the wall,” so, I look up and realize they are up way too high so now I go and grab the vacuum.  It’s now 300am and im vacuuming 5 spiders off her ceiling. Cleaned up the chocolate, fixed her bed and at around 4 am I fell back asleep. 

Like really…4…come on kid..your killing me

BTW I’m up at 5 for work. Needless to say I was not a happy chic!!