Within the last two days, Loveland, as well as much of the rest of the state was hit by a snow storm. It was great; we haven't had much this year, it was beautiful, and fast moving. It is already starting to melt. However, a three-day-weekend was created. Which wasn't planned for. I like planning. Not one for surprises.
I decided that with everyone home and locked in, we would hammer out potty training for Ivy. I have attempted this a couple of times, but have caved. I'm not sure what it is about the youngest, but that child gets away with MURDER! So, Friday, she does pretty well. We set the timer, and she managed to get to the potty a number of times. Today. Well, that didn't go so well. Starting this morning. I conveniently had a hair appointment. Of course I couldn't miss THAT! So I left Joshie in charge. Apparently it is not called babysitting when they are your kids, but whatever, he was in charge.
I asked him to set the timer for Ivy at 30 minutes as she went pee just before I left. About 20 mins later, I received a text saying "Accident #1" right before potty break. Thirty mins later, on the way to potty break, she had another accident. Then yet another one on the Stripey chair and pillow, followed by a text questioning as to whether he should clean it up or wait for me to get home. Really? I didn't happen to see that text, so he decided to leave it for me. Yippee.
There were at least three before I got home. Not a great start to the day...and it didn't get much better from then on. Josh and I both heaved a sigh of relief when she went down for a nap. An hour and a half when she was in a pull-up. No pee. No poop. No being peed on. No hanging out in the bathroom. No asking if anyone has to pee. No wiping bottoms. Or fronts.
We needed to run a couple of errands after quiet time, so we threw the kids in the car. Well, not exactly threw them, but...well, whatever. We got home just in time for dinner, which was chili, yummy! Always well received. Mom had sent the kids Valentine cards and cute glasses, so we let them open them before dinner; the cards are darling, but if I have to hear "Anything you want, you got it! Anything you need, you got it!" One more time I'm gonna hurl.
Speaking of hurling. I was hustling to get the bread in the oven and the food dished up when I looked down. Great. The dog had puked up her dinner. Then the boys came tearing into the kitchen and stepped in more dog vomit. Then we discovered the third pile on the carpet. Is there a reason the dog has to travel and puke? The discovery of all the puke was happening at the same time all four of them were ripping open their cards and playing FOUR different songs. AND Abraham had turned the music on downstairs FULL BLAST and Josh had yet more music playing in the living room. Complete, Horrific, Utter chaos.
Dinner wrapped up quickly, and I went to work on the carpet. Keep in mind I had already cleaned the carpet in several places today, along with the cushion to the chair and a throw pillow. Now I'm cleaning the puke. THEN. Josh starts screaming at me from the bathroom. Fab-u-lous. Ivy has pooped AND peeded in her panties. In Scarlett's room. So, we are cleaning her, the bathroom floor, the carpet in the living room, and the carpet in Scarlett's room.
There is still one more day to this weekend. Day three better be better than day two or she might enter high school in diapers. Just Kidding. Kind of.
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