The dark times. The
year of my fairly new mothering journey when I had a newborn baby girl and a
not yet two year old boy. Although my mind desperately wants to forget those
days blurred with chaos, two kids in diapers, and a year where my body was
pushed mentally and physically past what I thought was my limit I need to
remember and share with all of you who are either currently in this stage or
can remember. Does it get easier? Honestly it does. This doesn't mean it gets
easy per say. The biggest difference is sleep and more of it and to me is the
biggest difference in the whole world.
So the event in
question - which I completely forgot about (like I said the year is turning
into a blur of darkness in my memory only documented by an exponential amount
of cute baby photos which is incredibly dangerous and is nature's way of
tricking me into wanting more babies)
until a dear friend of mine told me how her son peed on her pile of
clean laundry and she did not know until she realized why she smelled like pee
later that day. Oh my gosh. It all came flooding back. The morning. The couch
covered with said unfolded laundry. I remember sitting on the floor with my coffee next to me. Don't ask me why not sit on the couch or nearby chair. I don't have an answer for you. The TV on some PBS cartoon..most likely
Curious George.. Feeling unbelievably tired and getting up off the floor to go
change a 5 month old's diaper.
When I came back to
the scene I reached for my coffee and saw something I thank God to this day
I noticed. There were these strange bubbles foaming in my regular home made
drip coffee. I decided against taking a sip and then saw it. A puddle around the
coffee cup. A puddle smelling and looking like pee. I look at my then 2 year
old's smiling proud face and ask him, "Did you pee in my coffee?"
Biggest and proudest
grin and a definite , "Yes mommy!"
I did not know what
to do. They don’t say in any parenting book or lecture - what to do when you
are sleep deprived and your two year old
son pees in your coffee on purpose. (not sure how he could accidentally, but had
to add that in there). So naturally I went in my bathroom locked the door and
freaked out.
My hands shaking
with anger and caffeine dts; I called my mom.
I don't know if she
ever imagined having this conversation with her daughter.
"Mom.
I am so angry! I don't know what to do! My son intentionally peed in my coffee
and he wanted me to drink his pee! OH MY
GOSH I AM RAISING A SOCIOPATH!!"
After admitting I
was hiding in the bathroom and reassuring grandma the baby was OK and safe in
her crib she let me know he most likely is not a sociopath. And probably saw my
coffee mug on the floor and thought it looked like a great target and aimed.
That explains his proud smile. And 2 year old boys typically don't have the ability to hatch a diabolical plan to get their mom to drink
pee. They just like to aim their penis and pee at a fun target. Oh. Ok. Cool.
Then there was the
conversation about peeing in the potty. And not in mommy's mug. And I don't leave any
sort of drink on the floor anymore. Probably because it gets easier and I don't
blindly do weird stuff like that. That I know of.
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