Friday, September 16, 2005

today - isn't over yet...

where do I start to record the happenings of this day?

Buster and Lisa called last night to ask if I'd watch JC because Buster's Dad, Harry, was having surgery today. (on the outside) - Of course, I'd be happy to watch JC!....(on the inside I'm saying to myself) what?!?! are you insane?!?! Do you have any idea what your day is going to be like with two 3-year olds - who are both 'an only child' - not understanding what it means to share - or wait your turn - or speak to each other in quiet, civilized voices? And, remember what happened the last time you babysat for Jim and Amanda? Gavin was here all day and then came that moment when he said to me, "Deb, I have to go to the potty"! NOW what do I do? I have a daughter...I don't know how to take a little boy to the potty. Well - at that time, my nightmare came true as Gavin climbed onto the toilet and placed his little bottom on the seat and then said to me..."You have to hold my pee-pee down". WHAT?!?! I have to do WHAT?!?!! oh brother. Needless to say - I "helped" him go to the potty --and we still managed to get half my bathroom soaked. oh no. What had I just signed up for? Well --the day was quite uneventful with the exception of the two cups of rainbow goldfish crackers being poured into one of Olivia's toys, the chocolate milk being poured all over the floor because JC didn't like the "squishy" straw that was in the sippy cup, the water all over the bathroom because he wanted to stick his head under the sink faucet to get a drink, the cookie crumbs all over the couch, the melted freezepops all over his clothes, and the red mark on his head caused by Olivia whacking him with the stick end of her hobby horse because he took her ball! But wait, it gets worse... At one point, he looked at me and said, "I have to poopy." no. please. not that. I reluctantly took him into the bathroom, lowered his pants, helped him onto the potty - all the while holding the door shut with my foot because Olivia was outside the door insisting on coming in - even though I had explained to her countless times that boys and girls don't go to the potty at the same time. After he was situated, I said, "Okay - I'll be back in a minute..." As I'm leaving, I'm saying to myself, now what do I do? Buster and Lisa had telephoned 30 minutes earlier to say that they were on their way to pick him up...are they here yet? please, Lord, let them be here....nope - no one driving down the driveway. JC calls timidly from the bathroom, "I'm done." gulp. deep breath. Okay. Let's get this over with. No, Olivia, you can NOT come in the bathroom to wash your hands with your Scooby Doo soap and no, you can NOT come in to help me get JC off the potty --he's a big boy - he can get off of the potty all by himself. well - that much is true. But, can he wipe himself BEFORE he gets off the potty? Of course, not...he's three! At this point, I'm REALLY wishing that I was back to that place and time when Gavin just asked me to do something SIMPLE like "hold my pee-pee down." But - not so. I had to do it. I had to wipe. Fortunately - it wasn't nearly as difficult a job as I had expected - and I'm sure that JC has long forgotten the event. But suffice to say, it's one moment in time which I will remember the rest of my life!!!

Olivia isn't potty trained yet. With her - it's not a big deal. She's my daughter.'s the worst part of this whole day. Harry's surgery was cancelled because his ProTime wasn't in the right range. (if you understand what that means, you're obviously a Med. Tech. or nurse or something - if you don't understand - don't worry about it - it's not really important as far as this blog is concerned.)
They've rescheduled Harry's surgery for Monday. So...what did I go and do??!? I offered to babysit JC AGAIN ON MONDAY!!! ....please, Buster and Lisa if you care anything about me as a friend, you will only feed JC a LIQUID diet on Sunday!

....that all said...for those of you who believe in the power of prayer....and there is a LOT of power in prayer....please pray for Harry. There is a concern that he may be facing small-cell carcinoma of the lung. not good. Part of his surgery will include a biopsy. I'll keep you posted.

Until my next blog....I'm outta here. Thanks for reading.


Dlynne said...

How funny! I can just see you in the bathroom holding the door shut to keep Olivia out while you're helping JC. What we go through when our children our small. I will keep Harry in my prayers and hope that all goes well.

FuzzBuck Fuzz said...

Good post! And well written, mixing the reality with humour is very difficult to pull off.
Prayer indeed does have incredible power (in my humble opinion) and an online prayer list can be found here

kiawa said...
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kiawa said...

I peed on my shoe... Good pee stories all around!

Me likes reading your thoughts.

My legs hurt.

Must sleep....

But yes, you have infectious personality, cheerful, etc. I'm the opposite. I hurt.


yellojkt said...

michele sent me.

A riot. My "only" is a boy and I never dreamed they were more trouble in a bathroom than a girl. You have to train a girl to wipe everytime, and the right direction. Ewwww.

Sounds like you and JC are going to be seeing a lot of each other.

Robin said...

Hahaha!!! Such a fun day! Gee, why don't you just go and a couple more kids over while you're at it? This type of scene is all too familiar to me. I had my 3 children within 4 years. That means my oldest was 3 1/2 and middle child was 23 months when my youngest was born. Try THAT for a few years and see if you come out sane!! Now they are almost 10, almost 8 and just turned 6 and it is MUCH easier! I will email you about blogging a pic from Flickr.

buffi said...

Hi! I'm here from dlynne's. Good potty stories. I have boys and a girl. Yes, there ARE major differences!