Today was Emily’s day. Emily’s day to just do anything and everything. To come up with things I never would have figured she’d do.
My morning started out with a bang around 8:15. Joshua let me sleep in for a bit, but I was awoken to some loud noises in the hallway. It sounded like someone was up and about. Nate was at work and Nathan & Emily aren’t supposed to be out of their rooms until I get up. (Except for Nathan to use the bathroom.) But someone was up.
The loud noises woke up Joshua too (he had already been stirring) and he started fussing for his bottle. I went to check on Emily first.
In the hallway, was my wallet. Open. And empty. My debit card, my insurance cards, all my different store cards, a few dollars. Gone. Missing.
I immediately knew this was from Emily.
I found her sitting on her bed. Something brown was smeared around her mouth. Goodness, I hoped it was chocolate! Strewn about the bed among her many stuffed animals and dolls and books were gum wrappers. Lots of gum wrappers. And a Hersheys’ bar wrapper. (Whew, that explains the mess on her face.)
I was not happy. Emily was very happy. Until she realized how mad I was.
At this point, Joshua completely lost patience with me and began screaming at the top of his lungs from his bassinet in my room.
I was just about to tell Emily to stay on her bed and I’d talk to her when I was finished feeding the baby, when she told me that she had pooped in her diaper. And “diapa fall off, Mom.”
Just when you think it doesn’t get any worse.
It wasn’t quite as bad as I had thought. Her diaper was starting to fall off (those darn Pampers diapers with their bad tabs – this is the 2nd batch I’ve gotten where the tabs just break off! Grrr!) but not completely off. There wasn’t poop everywhere as I had immediately feared.
But it still needed to be cleaned up right away. I had to bring Emily downstairs and clean her up. And then clean her arm and hand that she managed to get in the poop in the process of her diaper falling off. All while Joshua was screaming.
All in all: Emily went downstairs, found my wallet, took everything out, and put it all someplace. I still have no idea where she stashed it but when I firmly told her she needed to bring it back to me, she did. Thank goodness everything was there. Except for the cash. It was only like $6 or so. (I’d actually forgotten about that until I started writing this blog post.)
After the whole wallet thing, Emily went back downstairs, took a kitchen chair to the pantry and found the Hershey’s chocolate bar that I had been saving for potty training motivation. And gum. She ate the whole chocolate bar and 1.5 packs of gum.
That was how my morning began.
When my day begins like that – which thankfully doesn’t happen too often – generally it doesn’t get worse. It usually gets better. I mean it can’t get much worse than poop, gum, chocolate, lost wallet, screaming toddler and screaming baby all at the same time before 9 am? Well ok, it can, but anyways….
My day didn’t get worse, but it didn’t improve much either.
Emily was on a roll today. I guess I was stupid – maybe it’s part of that foggy mommy brain that has completely taken over since the baby was born. No scratch that. The foggy mommy brain has possessed me since Nathan was born, it’s just gotten worse with each child.
I decided to continue my gradual potty training efforts with Emily today. Since it was quite warm today (85 degrees) I let her run naked. I think some people call it potty training boot camp. Well it didn’t go so well. She went in her little potty a couple times. But she also peed twice on the floor and pooped down her leg. And then just a few minutes ago, she came inside and announced that she had pooped in her swimsuit. No, I was not using a swim diaper. If you were counting – no of course you weren’t, but I sure was! – it was her 3rd poop today.
Emily was on a roll today. I mean ok the pooping wasn’t her fault. But she knows how to tell me before she has to go. And today she just wasn’t.
I almost forgot how she dumped 1/2 bottle of body wash on the bathroom floor and attempted to clean it up with cupfuls of water.
It was just not her day. Or mine. It’s been a very long day.
As I said on my facebook status, anyone want to trade with me?