After two years of parenting, I lost it today for the first time. We've been trying to potty train off and on. Ivy's been sick for a few days, puking and pooping everywhere. She's whiny and clingy. She won't go to bed well. She cries at naps (if she takes one), screams her head off at bedtime, but is cranky and ack to be around. I hollered at her for peeing on the floor. Full blown yell.Â At first, I didn't even feel bad. It felt great. I was frustrated and really annoyed. Now that it's been an hour or so, I know that it would've been better to take myself on a little break to the deck for a Happy Gilmore moment. I did manage to calm down, get Jamey down for a nap, give Ivy a bath, and rock her peacefully.
And not that potty training isn't going okay. She peed in the potty chair twice this morning. She was diaperless and told me, "poopy." I put her on the chair, and she peed. The second time, she said, "potty" and sat down on her own and peed. She's doing great!
I think I need to blog more often as a kind of talk therapy.