This morning Autumn woke at 4:25 and pounded into our room. Yes, this kid pounds. All 30-some odd pounds of little girl flesh walking into my bedroom can pull me out of a deep sleep like nothing else. She wanted into our bed, but I’ve become wise in my old age and knew if I let her sleep with us today this same scenario would play out again tomorrow morning.
I had a hard time getting back to sleep after putting her back to bed, but I did eventually doze off a little bit because I started dreaming some pretty crazy dreams. Of all the oddities I dreamt of this morning, the only thing that didn’t evaporate into the ether was the part about the poop.
Autumn left her potty seat at Dirk and Lisa’s this weekend. Fortunately we have a potty chair we had never actually used. Autumn never took to using it like she did the potty seat and we didn’t push her into using it until last night. It didn’t go over well at first. When I pulled the chair into the bathroom and showed her where she was expected to go, she cried and fled with her panties around her ankles.
After a little cajoling, she finally sat down and all was well in the universe. I think she actually prefers the potty chair now because she can sit down all by herself as opposed to being lifted onto the toilet. I’m all for potty empowerment, but I don’t like to have to empty the potty chair. I’ve changed hundreds of diapers and have gotten peed and pooped on countless times, but emptying the contents of the potty chair into the toilet grosses me out. I’m starting to fear that Autumn’s affinity for the chair will involve a wholesale rejection of the seat when it is returned and that fear must have manifested in my dream this morning.
I can’t recall any specific details about my dream other than the poop. Where were we, what were we doing and what was the point of it all? I don’t know. All I know is that there was poop everywhere that I couldn’t seem to clean up fast enough. Molly was also on my mind because I kept thinking about how I had to get all the poop taken care of before she got to it. Yes, my dog is exactly that kind of dog.
Oh, and don’t even get me started on the dog. The dog that dug a brand new hole in Autumn’s bedroom carpet yesterday because it rained. There was no thunder, no lightning. It just rained and she went all apeshit and somehow managed to get into Autumn’s room to add to the two holes she created last summer. She also tore up the dust ruffle on Autumn’s bed. The phrase “going to the pound” was uttered more than once last night.
Of course we can’t really afford to replace the carpet right now, but even if we could, why would we with a crazy ass dog in the house? We’ll just have to buy more rugs and wait for the day our home is pet-free.
So that was my day. How was yours?
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Good move on putting her back into her own bed. I had a brother/sister in-law who let their kids sleep with them. It took them forever to break that habit.
I feel your pain…between the earlier rising of children and trying to keep them out of your bed so it doesn’t become a habit to the poop and potty training to the dog ruining your carpet. We are going to be boarding the grand potty train very soon….we have attempted before with no luck but it’s something that needs to be done. I swear, potty training is one my least favorite jobs of parenting young kids…but, I am getting very sick of changing diapers.
I swore from day one that Squeaks would never sleep in our bed. We tried it the other night out of sheer exhaustion. She sang for 2 hours and then told me she wanted back in her bed.
I also freak out about emptying a potty seat. Have you tried putting a step for Autumn in front of the toilet? Squeaks has one and she still gets the independence of getting up there by herself, but I don’t have to scrape crap out of a bowl this way!
We must have weird dreams on the same schedule, by the way. I posted about mind today!
book_it, we learned the hard way not to let her in bed with us. We caved on several occasions and wound up getting no sleep. She’s a restless sleeper and tends to fling her limbs in our faces.
Meg, how funny are these dreams? At least yours didn’t involve poop.
I commend you guys for keeping Squeaks out of your bed for so long. We’ve let Autum sleep with us one too many times.
Lori, good luck with the potty training. I thought Autumn would never get it, but I know everyone learns how to do it eventually. I didn’t think I’d be changing diapers through middle school or anything like that
How nice of you to say “going to the pound”. Our dog has been big-time into the garbage lately (GRRRRR!) and around our house you’re likely to hear, “gonna get shot.”
Ahhh — poop dreams. The ultimate sign of mommyhood.
Sorry about your day — I do NOT envy you having to deal with all of that.
Thanks for stopping by yesterday!
Colleen- the only reason that dog has lasted this long is our daughter. She loves Molly and it would break our hearts to have to answer questions regarding her whereabouts if we actually decided to find a “new place” for her. Believe me, I’ve been tempted many times!
Rachel-the poop dreams are one of the perks of motherhood I could do without. Thanks for the comments!
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