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The Squishy Toilet Seat

2011 March 30
by Pamela

Ahhh, where was I?  Oh yes, six weeks ago I was huge as a whale and writing somewhat regularly on this blog I love so much.  Then – Wham! – our world got turned upside down by my boo boo.  Yes, Lydia’s nickname is Boo Boo.  I have no idea how these names come to be.  Mary Claire was Pumpkin Pie, Elizabeth was Itty Bitty and Lydia has been christened with the Mommy Nonsensical name Boo Boo. 

I’ll start saving for her therapy now.

We have been trying to ride this wave of craziness with as much grace as possible.  We took two weeks off of school with Mary Claire and basically went into lockdown mode, turning our entire house into a panic room when nearly everyone we knew got sick.  Lydia is a very laid-back baby, THANK YOU GOD!  Her demeanor has made things relatively smooth, as smooth as can be expected with a newborn.

The problem is the other two. 

Bob and I are starting to feel as if we’ve lost all control around here.  What started out as an occasional comment by the girls when we asked them to do something has turned into outright talking back.  A certain adorable two-year-old is now incessantly whining when she wants something and she wants something every 30 seconds.  It has become nearly impossible for Bob and I to have any sort of conversation at all.  Plus we are harping on them to clean up after themselves, have to tell them several times before they complete a task, and feeling frustrated most waking hours.

Wow, pleasant days, eh?  I bet you’re sorry I haven’t been writing more.

My epiphany came yesterday when Bob and Mary Claire went to Aco to buy a new toilet seat.  Ours met an unfortunate demise, the details a bit sketchy since Elizabeth was the culprit.  In any case, they came home with the new toilet seat. 

It was one of those vinyl squishy ones.  A vinyl, squishy toilet seat with fake embroidered blue butterflies on it.  I’m sorry if you are one of the people who are fond of these sorts of seats.  In my opinion they are wrong on every level, a horrible sight to have to witness, clean, and let’s not even mention the actual sitting on it part. 

Bob let Mary Claire pick out our toilet seat.  As she came in with that garish looking thing, it dawned on me that our children were really running our house, down to picking our toilet seat.  Five-year-olds are not supposed to have this many choices and it’s clear to me now that our girls are faltering because our boundaries faltered first.

We had a little pow wow tonight, Bob and I.  Tomorrow is Day 1 of Toddler Juvie Camp where we apologize to the girls for letting them down as parents and lay down the law of what we expect from them.  Then they are going to get re-acquainted with the time-out stairs. 

And I’m buying a new toilet seat.

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4 Responses leave one →
  1. Tarah permalink
    March 31, 2011

    Go on, girl

    “Discipline your son, for in that there is hope; do not be a willing party to his death.”
    ~Proverbs 19:18

    From one mommy to another, I’ll be in your cheer-leading section!

  2. Jennifer D. permalink
    March 31, 2011

    Go Pam and Bob, you guys can do it!!! It’s much easier to do it now, when they’re young. Good luck and keep us posted.

  3. Tammie permalink
    March 31, 2011

    I so feel ya on the squishy toilet seat! They just gross me out. Like the squish holds more butt germs or something, I don’t know.
    I love laying down the law!! Why just today I confiscated part of my husband’s allowance because he didn’t do his chores properly, the laundry, which is why I’m wearing a “sports bra” to work.

  4. Tim permalink
    April 1, 2011

    Susie was talking to another mother the other day and both came to the same conclusion. When you get the third child it’s always tough and it gets about as crazy as it will ever get, the good news you can add littles number 4 and 5 without making it anymore crazy than it is now!! LOL. I’m sure you’ll love that advice.

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