I was so sure that I had licked The Diaper Monster. I was positive that the almost 48-straight hours of baby treatment had defeated it.
Apparently not.
I was sitting here, feeling great. Sore, yes, because I did Pilates yesterday for the first time in about a year. But A went off to school with a good attitude and he seemed intent on behaving well today. (Which is really good news for me, as he's been in trouble every day this week.) I got some new music on iTunes that I've been blaring. I started to clean up for this weekend's visit from Misha and her boys, Luc and D. And I am always happier when I have a cleaner house. So on my way downstairs to the laundry room, I peeked into the toy room at C, playing his video game. It was so cute. I smiled.
And then I smelled.
I seriously wanted to hit the roof. HOW has the baby treatment, that he has so much hated, not kept him from doing this yet again?!?!?!?!?! I thought this week was over, and it's been one hell of a week. But no. The Diaper Monster had to rear it's ugly head again.
Not. Happy.
3 comments:
*offers chocolate, and backs away slowly*
Backsliding is to be expected, I think. He's been in the habit of letting loose whenever and wherever he feels the urge. It does take time to build new habit patterns.
Have faith! Have patience! Have some chocolate :)
Ohh I am so sorry for your frustration. But you have such a witty style of writing about it that I have to admit I look forward to reading about your frustrations!!
Try to keep that wonderful attitude....one day you will look back on these blogs and laugh...like when your son is 16 and you are reading these to his first date for payback...
Thank you for the chocolate, Michelle (I totally DID indulge in chocolate and some good European wine!) and thanks for the laugh (and compliment!), Samantha! :D
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