Yesterday I could not contain myself. I was irritable, stressed out, overwhelmed, AND cracking up on my insides. I was laughing so hard with no one to share these experiences with. So… I will share my crazies with you.
If Ollie could talk I think he might write me a letter about yesterday and it would look like this….
I know you try so hard and I really love you for it. I’m so appreciative that you potty trained me and had the patience to do it. (Sometimes I wish you’d extend a little more patience to me, but that’s besides my point right now.)
When you go to your room to get dressed for 3 minutes and want to be by yourself, I kind of get it. Me personally…? I never want to be alone. But you seem like a boring old person, so I understand that you want a few minutes of privacy. But if I keep yelling outside your door, could you at least peek your head out and ask if I need anything? I don’t like to poop my pants anymore than you like for me to. I’m simply trying to get you to open the door and help me- not be obnoxious or anything. I just need to go potty.
When you take me to the bathroom to clean me up, could you please smile? Just a little? I’m not trying to point any fingers here or anything, but… let’s just say it’s not my fault that you didn’t open the door 🙂
Oh and one last thing… when you think you’ve cleaned up the entire mess, make sure you don’t drop my underwear on the bathroom vent. Come on mom! Fifteen minutes of wondering why the bathroom still smells like poop?! Just like you remind me constantly, you’ve got to be aware of your surroundings! Poopy uns on a vent can only lead to bad health, I’m sure.
But don’t worry. You’re doing great. You’ll get this some day, of this I am confident. I love you. Please open the door when I’m begging for assistance. I promise you, you will be so proud and willing to help me.
I took both little guys into the bathroom to have them “go.” Henry went and Ollie went. I’m sorry, but I’m going to overshare here. 🙂 I usually have Ollie stand up and bend over to wipe his buns. He usually puts his hands down on the ground to stabilize himself. Although it’s not how I’d ask anyone else to do it, it makes for the easiest clean up! Somehow last night though, he reached for something and fell down. Ollie has just face planted into the ground and has one arm pinned. I’m trying to get Ollie up and wondering how the heck that just happened. He’s fine and uninjured. And before I know it, sweet Henry has come to assist. I’m pulling on Ollie’s waist and torso and find Henry grabbing Ollie’s head- his whole head… heaving him up saying “I gottcha Ollie. I help you”
It’s terrible, but it was the cutest and nicest and funniest thing I had seen all day.
And these are the reasons that I feel so crazy 🙂 A good crazy. A happy crazy. But crazy. 🙂