August 15, 2011
So the day started out OK. Went to see a good friend of mine and her daughter who is almost 2. She is a little cutie with those big eyes. We were playing and both girls were getting tired and of course my little guy was tired too. What did he do? He hit the other little girl.
He was so upset afterward. He apologized and all the way home was very upset about what he did. He asked if she needed a band aid and if her boo boo was OK. I reassured him she was OK and he should call to apologize again to her.
The baby fell asleep on the way home. I could not get the dude to fall asleep no matter what I did in the car or after we got home.
After we arrived home, I was on the computer for a few moments and the chicky was hanging with me. He announced that he had to go potty. I asked if he had to go wee wee, poopy or both. He said wee wee. I told him I was coming with him. He said no Mommy I do all myself. I thought OK, he goes wee wee by himself all the time.
About 1-2 minutes go by and he comes running out of the bathroom (bottomless) and yells "Mommy I went poopy in the sink." I said "what?" I thought he was kidding. Not a chance.
I walk into the bathroom and he started off going poopy in the toilet, left marks on the seat, hand print on the wall, hand print on the counter top, smeared hand print on the mirror and finished pooping in the sink.
What do I do? Lose my mind. I am yelling and swearing (under my breath). I make him stand there even though he needs to be cleaned. I make him wait until I am done cleaning up his mess. Out comes the bleach, paper towels, glass cleaner and toilet tissue for him after the clean up.
I clean up everything including him and tell him to go in the other room and put on his underpants and shorts while I put the garbage in the garage. 1 minute later I walk into the living room and he had peed on the couch. I am even more upset. Out comes the spot shot and more yelling.
While I am cleaning this up, the baby goes into the kitchen, opens the refrigerator and gets out a water bottle filled with apple juice. She drops it and the bottle breaks. Apple juice on the kitchen floor. Out comes the paper towels, vacuum cleaner and mop.
As I am mopping, the kids have the vacuum cleaner in the hallway cleaning the trim with the hose. Crash, bang, crying. I look up and now there is broken glass from some shelves in the hallway.
Pick up the pieces, vacuum, mop the hardwoods there, re-vacuum. As I am putting away the vacuum, my husband comes home.
I am ready for the bridge at this point. All this damage in 2 hours. Calgon take me away!!!!
He says lets go outside and play. Play? I want a drink!!!
We go outside and the kids want to put their toes in the wading pool. He fills up the pool with water. The baby stands in the pool and squeals in delight. We turn around and the little dude is taking off his shorts and undies.
We ask him what he is doing and try to get his pants back on him. Houdini escapes us and is now running around the backyard bottomless! His father grabs him and tries to put his undies and shorts on. He refuses. We try to reason with him, nothing. He finally agrees to on his pants...LIE!!!! As soon as he gets down, he runs around the backyard again bottomless! Laughing, squealing in delight. We are not delighted.
We are mortified, yet all I can think of is the song...Oh yes they call him the streak.... he puts on his undies at this point and now the little toes are in the pool with his little sister.
The streak lives!!!!!