Because I am the MOMMY!

Guess what? There is a new rule at daycare. Potty words can only be used when you're in the potty. My little dictator has decided that it should be implemented at home, too. Should be an easy enough task if you didn't live with Farmboy- King of toilet humor. As soon as Kelly could grasp things, he taught her how to pull his finger. When she started speaking, he taught her about "barking spiders." He sings about pottying all of the time. I'll admit it. It makes me laugh, too, but don't tell him that!

You ask, "What constitutes a potty word?" Well- the obvious: poop, fart, pee pee, butt, etc... and other derivatives: doody, toot, tinkle, tushy, etc... The rule went into effect on Monday. I've broken it a million times by now. Of course, Kelly caught me everytime. I didn't realize how many times a day I've told her to move her little tushy, or asked Lora if she had "pee pee pants" instead of a wet diaper. If I wasn't the mom, I'd still be sitting in timeout (sounds kind of good doesn't it?).

Here's my question... what do you do when you get called out after you've broken a rule? I don't think I'll get away with "because I'm the mommy" forever, or can I?

My Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day*

Today I feel very ANGRY. I am agitated, hostile, outright bitchy, and should not talk to people. I don't know why exactly. Maybe it's PMDD... or lack of sleep. I feel mean...like kick small puppies and children mean. (btw-I would never do these things- never!)...

It all started yesterday. Got a call from daycare. Could I please come and try to calm Kelly down? I thought she was sick. So of course I bolted...got there as fast as I possibly could. Hmmm, she wasn't sick. She was hysterical...sobbing...and running around butt-ass naked. Apparently she had a few "accidents." The lovely teachers explained to her that accidents happen, and then they tried to get her to wear a brand new pair of underwear from their reserves. Kelly kept on screaming and refused to put them on...refused! Want to know why she refused? Not because they weren't her underwear, or because they were from daycare. No- the little devil wouldn't wear them because they were white! They were white!!! Sigh.... We had a huge talk- huge!

I didn't accomplish the things that needed to get done. The laundry is out of control. I haven't finished putting the flowers on Kelly's flower girl dress (for this coming saturday)... I had to scramble to put the daycare bags together this morning.... I am a mess- a mean, mean, mean mess.

I think I should just runaway.... to Australia*

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*Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by Judith Viorst.... fantastic book! Fantastic! I still read it all of the time.

I love my daycare, I love it not....

I absolutely adore our daycare. The women are fantastic...the kids are fantastic...the parents are fantastic. Husband works in the same building. He can stop by and visit them. My girls love going to "school."I couldn't ask for anything more....except for maybe- oh..... i don't know- less disease!!!! Yes, I have the daycare plague! UGH!

I take my vitamins. I watch what I eat. I walk every other day...yet I always seem to catch the latest daycare malady. I am a germ magnet apparently. It's insane! The baby brought it home with her. I helped her get over it...your average stuffy nose and cough. She paid me back by sharing her germs. So far this summer we have had the flu, pink eye, ear infections, and colds. I am extremely grateful that no one contracted any thing serious, but I do wish that I didn't catch these things, too. (well- I caught everything but the ear infections)

Oh well, c'est la vie! right?