Fatigue, Frustration, and Pee on the Floor: A Week in the Life of a Stay at Home Mama

Because if I don’t laugh/blog about it, I might just cry.

Nothing major has happened to make our week particularly trying; it’s just lots of little things that seem to be adding up.

1. Emmy’s sleep is still inconsistent, but leaning toward getting better. Two nights this week she slept through the night and I got 6.5 hours of uninterrupted sleep! Sounds great, right? Except that in a weird twist of fate the days after those two nights of good sleep were the most tired I’ve felt in a long time! Like, put on a movie for the girls in the middle of the morning because I must lie down kind of tired! It’s like my body no longer knows how to feel when it sleeps all night long or something. She woke me up four times on Tuesday night, so we’re not out of the sleep regression woods yet.

2. Four year olds are frustrating, and I need to actively remind myself fifty (a hundred? TWO hundred?!) times a day to take a deep breath, relax, and don’t engage in her mind games/big sister war fare. I start out real strong in the morning, but by 4:00/4:30 my patience is running a bit thin. Which brings us to number three . . .

3. Lucy peed all over the hallway/bathroom floor the other afternoon, and despite my best effort not to, I lost my ever loving mind. I’m not proud of it, but I will own up to it. What is so hard about going to the bathroom, that’s what I want to know?! I’ve gotten it down to like 8 seconds flat, no joke. #momlife

 But it’s the end of the world to Lucy. I asked her several times to go potty before we went outside, and she insisted she didn’t have to go. While we were playing, I noticed her getting fidgety and asked if she had to go. She said no, but I suggested we go in and try anyway. Crying ensued. Then, like 3 minutes later Lucy had to go RIGHT NOW and insisted she needed my help. So by the time I got a (now crying) Emmy to leave the game they were all playing across the street, it was too long and Lucy peed all over the hallway floor on her way to the bathroom. I think what makes my blood boil the most is that she doesn’t care and isn’t apologetic about it. She’s four, I’m 37 . . . I know. But it was the straw that broke this mama camel’s back! 

And then I get mad at myself for getting mad at her, and want to stuff a cookie in my mouth. Why can’t I be the kind of person who gets mad and wants to do ten push ups? 

Anyway, we did have a few successes this week. 

Lucy had her four year check up on Monday. She wasn’t happy about having to get two shots, but she didn’t cry either! She handled the check up, vision, and hearing tests like a champ!