colby will be starting school in the fall, 2 days a week. we're easing into it.
so today i got the bright idea to have him "practice" resting. let me back up...
this child stopped taking naps at 18 months (kick me in the head, please), and though i maintained rest time for about 6 months after that, once molly came along it was no longer a battle worth fighting so he's been an 8am to 8pm (roughly; lately that gap has been a little wider) kid since 2 years old.
that brings us to present. molly takes a nap. colby doesnt.
i figured when he starts school he will have some kind of down time in the afternoon, so i thought maybe i should get him used to that so its not completely foreign to him when hes presented with it in 4 weeks (yikes!!).
so today after i put molly down for her nap at 1:30, i sat colby down and told him we were going to start a new thing, but that he wouldn't like it. i went into the whole "practicing for school" and "big boys need rest" blah blah blah. i even sent him in with a juice box and fruit chews (i am not opposed to a good bribe every now and then) and a stack of just checked out library books that we hadn't even opened yet.
i made it out without any tears (from either of us), and had been sitting on the couch doing my Bible study for about 10 minutes, when i hear his door open.
"mommy, i need to tell you some stuff!!" (yelling from his doorway)
"colby, don't yell! you'll wake up your sister!" (whispered very forcefully)
so i went to see what he had to tell me, which wasn't anything other than the bright idea that i could do my Bible study in his room and we could have rest time together. i explained that if he wanted me to be a nice mommy i needed to have rest time by myself, thank you very much.
so i left his door open and returned to my Bible study--coincidentally enough, about patience. good timing, Lord.
not 3 minutes later he comes running past me saying he was going to go use my bathroom. i guess his was not sufficient at that moment. too close to his room i suppose.
"that's fine. but come right back."
he returns quickly, "mommy i peed!"
"thats great, colby, but you don't need to announce it. put your underwear and shorts back on."
"but you need to come see."
"no i don't. i've seen it before. put your underwear and shorts back on."
"but we have to dump it."
"what?" (oh, no. he didn't.)
explanation...molly has been somewhat interested in the toilet (yes, other than drinking the water out of it) so i took colby's potty training toilet down from the closet yesterday so it can be available to her should she decide she wants to use it.
"did you pee in the little toilet?"
he nods, as if thats a completely normal thing to do.
"uugh. colby." (patience, yes Lord...and beth moore...i hear you)
i go into the bathroom and there it is, a tot sized toilet full of pee.
"colby don't do this again."
that's when it happened. i felt the wetness under my foot. it's probably just leftover from the kids' baths last night, i thought to myself. then i saw a few smallish puddles on the floor around said toilet and had the bright idea to swipe my fingers through it just to make sure, although at this point i was pretty sure that bath water wouldn't still be on the floor almost 24 hours later.
i was right, or wrong, depending on which sentence you're going off of. it was pee. i smelled it. i had it on my fingers...and my foot.
"colby, did you pee on the floor?"
"well, i didn't push my penis in so it sprayed everywhere."
(c'mon mom, do you even have to ask? i mean, duh.)
i'm still not sure how he got that much on the floor and that much in the bucket.
so, i dumped the pee out, washed the bucket, and cleaned up the floor; and sent him back to his room.
i needed to finish that patience stuff.
another day, another puddle.