I was one of those days. Hayden is home from school until after Labor Day- yes, he just started preschool, but I got used to being able to wash the dishes in under an hour.
After a morning trip to IKEA to get a big boy bed, assembling it using as few curse words as possible, and washing and drying the new bedding, I put on the new sheet and comforter so Hayden could try it out. He loved it. And good thing, because it was nap time.
We pottied, read a short book, and gave kisses. I bid him a good rest and went upstairs to do some online shopping writing. Not five minutes later…
“Moooooooooooooooooommyyyyyyyy! I need to go pooooooooooooottyyyy!”
I go down to his room and find him naked from the waist down, with a small spot of wee wee on the wee wee pad in his bed and the damp undies tossed onto the floor.
Hayden has been day-time potty trained for almost a year. A couple of months ago, I decided we should ditch the nap time pullup. If you have read Dr. Jill Lekovic’s book on potty training, he is perfectly capable staying dry during his nap. Besides, he can several hours or more while awake.
While Hayden responded to initial potty training beautifully, the nap time venture did not go as well. Some days he would wake up dry, but at least 50% of the time he was soaked, and so was his bed. I end up washing the pads, the sheets, AND the comforter multiple times a week.
So today, after the teeny bit of wee wee on the new bed AFTER he had just gone potty, I pulled off the wet pad, put him on the potty and then into a pullup. Again, we gave kisses and I bid him a good rest.
And I went upstairs to do some, er, writing.
Not five minutes later…
“Mooooooooommyyyyyyyyy! I need some help!”
I go down to his room and find him naked from the waist down, the pullup tossed onto the floor, and one, small turd on the new sheet. I was not a happy mother.
I pulled off the sheet, the only one I had purchased today because for some reason our lame IKEA does not sell the cute red sheet sold by all the other stores, and I put the only clean wee wee pad I had left directly onto the mattress.
For the third time we went potty. I put him back in the pullup, which was untarnished, and for the third time, told him to lay down. No kisses.
I go upstairs to let the cable man in so that he could fix our land line.
Not five minutes later…
“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!”
I go down to his room and find him naked from the waist down, the pullup tossed onto the floor, and a small spot of wee wee ON THE NEW MATTRESS.
I was beyond unhappy. I went ballistic. At some point we were both crying, and I am sure the poor cable man contemplated reporting us to CPS. We finally calmed down, cleaned up, and gave up on the nap altogether. Hayden wanted to see Cable Man, so we took the walk of shame upstairs where Hayden announced himself with, “I went wee wee and poo poo in my bed and then I did it again!”
I apologized for the craziness, explaining it had been one of those days. He laughed and said his son did the same thing yesterday.
We had a relatively pleasant afternoon and evening. Hayden played, had dinner and his bath, went potty. And as we entered his room to put on his jammies, he grabbed his little penis and wee weed on the floor.