Today heralds a day which I neither relish, love or enjoy.
I try very hard to remain upbeat about my mothering, but this is something that I endure with a smile, rather than loving with a passion.
Yes. It's Toilet Training time.
That time when you spend half of your life asking a small person if they need the toilet.
"Are you sure you don't need to go?"
Words that will end up being spoken repeatedly in the coming days and weeks.
Those days when your ear is tuned in to the potential sound of liquid hitting flooring, and subsequently running like a mad woman with a small child held at arms length, as fast as possible to the nearest toilet.
Throw into the mix a nursing baby, and 4 children seeking your help to get school work done, normal household duties and meals that still need to be prepared, and you have well and truly entered the mad house.
Extremely enthusiastic accolades when the correct "item" is deposited in the correct place will shortly be heralded.
Brothers and sisters cheering and clapping a chuffed little brother.
Lots of anti-bacterial spray, kitchen roll and spare clothes lined up ready.
The thing is, he's had his big boy underwear on for well over an hour, and has done nothing in the toilet, and nothing anywhere else for that matter.
So, with the day stretching ahead, and the words "I can do all things through Christ..." and "do all things without murmuring" ringing in my head, I shall nip off and see where my big boy has gone, and what mischief may have gone on somewhere else in the house.....
To be continued.....
I try very hard to remain upbeat about my mothering, but this is something that I endure with a smile, rather than loving with a passion.
Yes. It's Toilet Training time.
That time when you spend half of your life asking a small person if they need the toilet.
"Are you sure you don't need to go?"
Words that will end up being spoken repeatedly in the coming days and weeks.
Those days when your ear is tuned in to the potential sound of liquid hitting flooring, and subsequently running like a mad woman with a small child held at arms length, as fast as possible to the nearest toilet.
Throw into the mix a nursing baby, and 4 children seeking your help to get school work done, normal household duties and meals that still need to be prepared, and you have well and truly entered the mad house.
Extremely enthusiastic accolades when the correct "item" is deposited in the correct place will shortly be heralded.
Brothers and sisters cheering and clapping a chuffed little brother.
Lots of anti-bacterial spray, kitchen roll and spare clothes lined up ready.
The thing is, he's had his big boy underwear on for well over an hour, and has done nothing in the toilet, and nothing anywhere else for that matter.
So, with the day stretching ahead, and the words "I can do all things through Christ..." and "do all things without murmuring" ringing in my head, I shall nip off and see where my big boy has gone, and what mischief may have gone on somewhere else in the house.....
To be continued.....
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