Showing posts with label my sanity and how I lost it. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 16, 2011

So This is Why Animals Eat Their Young

My kids are acting weird. Like- full moon weird- but it isn't going away.

Let's start with Noah. Normally a well-behaved kid, he suddenly has forgotten all manners when out in public. Some friends took us to dinner Friday evening for a belated birthday dinner for me. Noah just got up from the table and started wandering around the restaurant. I told him to come sit down and he did, and then he got right back up and I thought he was going to the bathroom, but he went all the way across the restaurant and was just standing over by another table of diners staring at them and the decorations on the wall around them. At some point, I was so wrapped up in dealing with the constant attention required of a three-year-old that I didn't realize Noah went missing again. I looked around for him and he had slid out of his chair and was rolling around on the floor. He's SEVEN YEARS OLD!!

Today, I took the kids to brunch at one of our favorite local restaurants and I had the same problem. I took Zoe to the restroom and came back and saw that he had taken his shoes off. Before that, he was slumped all the way down in his seat practically lying down and by the time we were getting ready to leave, he was loudly making weird noises. I kept throwing THE LOOK at him and threatening his life, but he didn't seem to care.

As for Zoe- she has suddenly decided to become a control freak and decide that she doesn't like to go to the bathroom. Ever. She holds it until she can't hold it anymore and has an accident. This started before her father left, so that has nothing to do with it. I cannot think of any reason she is doing this other than control. She wants to control the situation. She hasn't had problems with using the restroom since school started and now all of a sudden, we are having to carry spare clothes around with us everywhere. Even when I force her to sit on the toilet, she is screaming and crying that she doesn't have to go WHILE she is peeing. Defiant to the very end.

Her first day back at school after the Christmas break, she wet herself and peed all over the chair and floor in the computer area. When we went to dinner Friday night, I took her to the bathroom in the restaurant and she cried and insisted she didn't have to go while I held her on the toilet. She didn't go and after a few minutes and turning on the sink, I let her get down. When we left the restaurant- it was FIFTEEN DEGREES outside! I stood in the freezing cold buckling her in her carseat, closed the door and went around to get in the driver's seat. I put the van in reverse and she said, "Help! I pee-peed in my panties!" I had to get out, get her spare clothes out of the back of the van, unstrap her and change her while standing in FIFTEEN DEGREE WEATHER.

Saturday, after she woke up I told her to go to the bathroom. She went in there and I heard her fumbling around, flushing the toilet and the sink running as she washed her hands. A few hours later, she suddenly started crying and I looked over to where she was lying on the couch and saw that she had just peed all over herself and the couch. It was a lot... and very evident she did not go earlier when she told me she did.

Yesterday, she got up and went to the bathroom. She insisted she had gone and flushed the potty before I could get in there to verify it. Then, later, she casually came up to me and said she needed new panties. When asked, she insisted she did not pee in her panties and could not remember where she had put her panties. I wouldn't let her have new ones until the old ones were located and when I opened the door to the laundry hamper she started screaming, " No!!!" and I knew I had located the evidence. There were the wet panties. In spite of my holding the very thing that proved her guilt, she still insisted she did NOT pee in her panties.

Today, we had no incidents. At least none that I was aware of. When I went to put her to bed, I was picking up some of the toys lying around her room and found a stash of obviously-soiled underwear under her wardrobe. I have no idea how long they have been there or if all of that happened today. Keeping with her presumed innocence, she insists she did not do it. Noah did.

If Noah has been pee-ing in her princess panties and stashing them, we definitely have more issues than I had anticipated.