The other day my younger daughter had to use the potty. We are working on her potty training, and she is doing quite well. She ran to the bathroom and went. I followed her in there ready, to praise her success and clean out the bowl on her mini potty. It was then I noticed the bowl not in the potty, but next to it. She was still sitting on the mini potty, with no bowl in it, smiling as her “business” is leaking out the sides, and all over the floor. I know she is just learning and I’m not mad.
I’m Not Mad
On Sundays, I take my younger daughter to buy groceries. Things went smooth so I bought her a donut as a reward. We arrived home and I gave her the donut and asked her to go to her little table to eat it while I put the groceries away. I finished quickly and took my donut (I was good too) to join her. Sitting there on the freshly cleaned carpet was a large chocolate pile of donut crumbs. she sat over it with a big smile enjoying her donut. I got the vacuum and cleaned it up. She didn’t do it on purpose I’m annoyed, but I’m not mad.
I made my daughter lunch. It wasn’t anything fancy, just mac and cheese, but still took a little bit of work. When I finished I put it in a bowl and served it to her at our dinner table. I returned to the kitchen to grab a sandwich for myself. It was then I heard it “My Food!”. I quickly returned to the table to find my daughter standing on the table and her food on the floor. She tried to move the food to a different seat at the table and dropped it. So this meal I just prepared is now going into the trash and she is crying because there is no more to replace what she dropped. I cleaned it up and gave her my sandwich. I know it was an accident, and as much as I wanted to know what the HELL was wrong with the IDENTICAL seat I put the food at, I let it go. I’m not mad.
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During nap time a few days ago, my youngest daughter was sleeping and I took the chance to clean up since she had trashed my house only a few short hours ago. I had everything clean and was ready to take a break. It was then that she came downstairs to join me. At first I was excited, we could curl up on the couch and watch a movie just her and I. It was then I noticed she wasn’t wearing any pants. I apprehensively went to her room to find them. She must have taken them off right before she fell asleep because her bed, pillow, blanket, and stuffed animals were soaked. Everything needed to be cleaned and changed, well everything but her diaper. That sat bone dry a few feet away ready to be used. I had to clean her entire room, seriously how much did this kid drink? I ignore the smell of urine and still have no idea how to clean a stuffed reindeer, but I’m not mad.
Part of growing up is making mistakes. She has to learn how things work and why things are done in the way they are. I know she isn’t doing this to be naughty or to make my life more difficult. She is just being a 2-year-old. A very energetic, and strong-willed 2-year-old (takes after her Mom). My daughter is a hand-full, but I love her and know she will grow out of it. Please, please grow out of it soon. That is why I am not mad, but boy am I tired.