Micky Potty Training - he has no problem taking his time. |
But last night, something different happened and it was sort of a wake up call. After rushing home from work, picking the kids up, taking them to CCD, living through a handful of totally-typical-but-always-frustrating-tantrums, we'd finally made it home. And boy did I have to go! It was one of those days that when I finally stopped to breathe, I realized I hadn't used the bathroom all day! So here was my chance. I dropped everything and rushed upstairs.
And as I sat there . . . well let's just say this was just one more thing that wasn't coming easily to me that day. I tried reading a magazine, I tried breathing slowly in and out. Nothing. Then I actually got mad at myself and shouted outloud, "Come on already! Do it! I don't have time for this! I have to fix the kids dinner!" Then I stopped.
Are you kidding me?! I looked around. I was completely alone. None of my kids had come in to ask me to help brush their babydoll's teeth, or find a missing .5mm clear lego peice, or turn all their socks right-side out again. In fact, the house was eerily quiet. Straining a bit, I could hear them playing nicely together down the hall in their bedrooms.
I finally had my chance to have a normal human bodily function IN PRIVATE and in MY OWN TIME, and I was rushing myself! Not only rushing myself, but giving myself a guilt-complex at the same time. I had actually told myself, outloud, that making dinner for my kids was more important than my eliminating waste. (Ok, I know that's a gross combination of thoughts). And the worst part was, it wasn't an expectation anyone else had put on me (at least not that day). It was totally self-induced. So I took one more deep breath, looked at my daily reminder on my bathroom mirror . . . and relaxed.
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