#1. I’ve changed my child 3 times due to pooping incidents. He’s not yet toilet trained and also unable to keep his hands out of his pants when he goes number 2. Today there is an ever present back ground scent of shit. Thank gosh for Clorox sprays and candles.
#2. My child doesn’t want me around him at all. I’m lucky to get a kiss before a firm verbal ‘bye’ is given. There’s no reading together or playing, but because of #1 I have to be just within eye sight cause even if I leave him for a second too long there’s the high probability I’ll have a fourth incident. I told him to stop pooping today, he reminds me of when Chris Traeger on Parks & Recreation looks in the mirror to tell himself the same thing when he has the flu.
#3. Physical aggression is so tiring which is probably why I’m not too broken up about #2 today. If I do end up out staying my welcome and then asking for something that receives a “no” answer, it is the most terrible, awful, horrible, disgusting word to be uttered. If I’m not quick enough to have a distraction ready (which today I’m not because of not being allowed around him and his things), then the aggression pours from him like a water main break; strong, forceful and everywhere on my person. It includes bites, scratches and slaps, usually to the face.
The unfunny thing is that once Lance gets home, J will completely do a 180 from his experience vs. my experience. There will be giggles and laughter, reading and playing. The kid just loves his dad, I do too. Maybe our next snow day will be better.