Life of the Potty: Some Good but Some Bad

Seth has continued to grow in his potty usage. At ECFE on Wednesday while we were all playing in the gym he stopped and looked at me and yelled, "I feel my pee coming!" I scooped him up and ran for the door while hearing a few other parents yelling, "go" in the background. (I love the camaraderie in this!) We made it in time and what a huge success. Even Seth was so proud of himself. That was a good day!

Yesterday we were having another great day but after lunch on day care days all chaos breaks out as I am trying to clean up lunch and get kids down for nap. In that said chaos Seth's poop came, "fast" as he told me later, in his underwear. Now this has happened to all of us in the business of potty training, but this one was particularly gross and in bad timing. While hearing the screams of another child (what can one person do at a time like this?) I practically had to hose Seth down to get all the poop off and to make matters even more exciting...the chunk I could get in the potty clogged the toilet! I had no time to deal with it then and of course forgot about it until later when I had to use the restroom and had to run around wielding the plunger to do so. Not a good day.

This morning at two am I am roused from my sleep by the sound of Seth yelling, "Mom, my pee is coming!" At first I think I must be dreaming (or is that having a nightmare?) but then my semi-conscious state realizes that this is the real deal. I run to his room about knocking myself out hitting the door jam so hard. I get Seth untangled from the bed and then again hit the door in the process of getting to the bathroom. (Waking up from a dead sleep at 2 am does not go well for me!) He then wants the heater on, our little one that we keep in the bathroom because our bathroom is actually unheated. I do so and about curl up and die out of exhaustion. It takes the pee a full ten minutes to come. If that isn't bad enough Seth is totally awake during this time. He rubs my leg while I lay on the floor next to him and tells me, "Mom you need to shave." Hello, it's 2 in the morning - are you kidding me?! Then he proceeds to tell me what he wants to do today. I just nod in shock and frustration of the whole situation. Fortunately he went right back to bed with no fuss but there I lay at 2:30 am thinking, "I never figured these days when I dreamed of being a mom!"

Will this be a good day? I guess we will see when the tiny man wakes up...