Call Me A Party Pooper

5 Oct

I am sick and tired of waking up in pee.

I don’t even know if it’s better or worse that it’s not my own pee. I feel like I have had to deal with with my children’s bodily functions for entirely too long.

I’m not talking about changing their diapers when they were babies or toddlers, I’m talking all the other times. The poop blowouts at The Kids Museum, when you forgot to bring a change of clothes. The time both twins had #2 accidents at the park in 102 degree heat. My all time favorite, the time I was pregnant with the twins and called the doctor hysterically to tell her my water broke at 33 weeks. When in reality, HB, who was newly potty trained had snuck into my bed and simply peed on me.

The twins are 4. Completely potty trained for awhile during the day and very recently both decided to start wearing underwear at night. Great! That’s the way it’s supposed to happen, no pressure from me, child led choice. Awesome.

It’s not going well. Two, sometimes three nights a week if I get lucky, I wake up in urine. If you are wondering why they aren’t in their own beds, it seems that they make it to my bed to tell me that they have to go to the bathroom and instead they climb in, start cuddling and let it flow. Out of the kindness of their little hearts they take turns. Usually only one kid per night, but not always. We also seem to have poop under control. Thank G-D for small favors.

The easy solution? Make them go back to wearing Pull-ups and call it a (dry) night. It doesn’t seem that simple to me or to them. This was their choice that made independently because they felt ready. It is a new skill and a new habit that they are learning that may require some time to perfect. If I tell them that I am taking the power away from them because they didn’t succeed immediately, what am I teaching them? If I lock the door to my bedroom and tell them to figure it out on their own, then I might be saying that I’m not here for them when the shit hits the fan, literally.

This too shall pass, I know. In the grand scheme of things if my biggest problem is that my 4 year olds would rather cuddle with me than go into the cold, bright bathroom in the middle of the night, I will take it. Besides I think I read somewhere that pee was good for your skin, or was that beer? If they start coming into my room and dumping beer on me, then we might have a much more serious problem.



One Response to “Call Me A Party Pooper”

  1. Natalie October 5, 2014 at 8:17 pm #


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