Before I had kids, I was the perfect mom.
Seriously, I had tons of awesome theories I could rattle off to parents when they walked into my office needing help for their misbehaving or troubled child. I could tell you what to do with your whiny child, with your child who won’t eat their veggies, with your kid who talks back, with your child who throws tantrums or doesn’t obey.
Then I became a mother. From day one my child stuck his middle finger out at the nurse and peed on her. My other son only speaks one language, whiny. I have been in the ER multiple times in their first years of life.
I quickly realized my parenting theories were stupid.
I quickly realized that my own mother who pretty much raised 3 kids on her own has super powers.
How did she survive? My conclusion, she wears an invisible cape. After you read the next couple of paragraphs you will realize that I did not inherit those super powers.
Recently we decided to add to our family. We got a puppy. For over 5 years I have hesitated getting a puppy, carefully weighing out when would be the best time. And of all the times to agree to it, I decide to do it now. Did I mention that I have a two year old who’s not potty trained? If you’ve never had a puppy, I will let you in on a little secret: A puppy is like having a newborn baby. Our first night with the puppy we slept a total of 5 hours.
Apparently the lack of sleep convoluted my thinking, because the next morning I decided it was time to potty train my two year old, all the while house breaking a puppy who hasn’t been in our care for more than 24 hours.
Fast forward the morning and my husband decides to go run some errands. “Sure, go ahead and go out for 3 hours and I will stay home with the puppy, the potty training 2 year old and the other kids,” I said confidently. I will spare you the details but the following will pretty much sum up my day with a three month old puppy and a 2 year old being potty trained.
My two year old decides to walk down the stairs with his undies down around his feet, all the while holding his potty seat with pee in it. I hear a scream. I run down. There’s pee all over the floor. My son is laying in it and my puppy is in the back crying because she also has to go potty. Of course, I first go to my son’s aid. I hurry, but when I get to the puppy there is now poop all over the place.
Needless to say, we are that familia who doesn’t quite have it all together, but we are learning to laugh at ourselves and to get up when we fall, even when it’s from going down the stairs with our undies down around our feet. The picture above is not staged, it was unfortunately our reality when we were trying to take family pictures.
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