Although she was doing well before our move, since we’ve been here, it has been necessary to scoop sleeping Jenny out of bed and take her for another trip to the bathroom before we go to bed to prevent accidents. Even then, there are some nights where this still doesn’t work. Wednesday night was one, and so I had an additional load of laundry to do yesterday.
By the late afternoon, I had freshly laundered her sheets, her comforter and even the mattress pad and replaced them on her bed. She helped by neatly and ceremoniously placing her various stuffed animals, My Little Ponies, and throw pillows in their proper and exact spots around the perimeter of her sleeping area.
After dinner, Pete was walking around half naked, as usual. He usually does really well with making it to the potty when he’s naked. I sent the girls upstairs to put their jammies on, and he went up too. I usually do him later, but I guess he wanted to get ready for bed, too. Katie helped him change into his night clothes – everything except a diaper. And that’s fine. He came downstairs for stories, and she told me he needed a diaper, but I knew he could wait a bit. He is only about 50% successful at remembering the potty when he has clothing on, but since we were in the living room, not doing much, and the potty is right there (gotta love potty training decorating techniques…Good Housekeeping should do a spread on ideas for incorporating kid potties in your living spaces, perhaps someone could invent an under-the-kitchen-counter pull out shelf that drops down with a stable platform to fit most designs), I thought he’d be fine. And he was…during story time.
OK, you have to see the the impending train wreck, right?
After prayers, the girls and Pete are sent upstairs to brush teeth. I linger for a few minutes to chat with Bill. By the time I get up there, my good children have in fact brushed their teeth, but Pete is standing there uncomfortably wet. Of all the places in the world, he climbed up on Jenny’s bed and had an accident.
{big sigh}
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Poor Jenny.
There is something about freshly laundered bedding that invites an accident. I always knew that right after I washed the kids sheets just because they needed a routine washing we were at high risk for a bed-wetting incident. But cherish these times. They grow up so fast. My youngest just became a teenager.
Well, maybe it’s divine justice for Jenny nearly pooping on her sister last summer… :-p
ugh…i feel your pain. washing bedding is my absolute least favorite of chores. i always feel, that if i am washing everyones sheets, we are sure to get a round of the stomach flu in the next few days, it’s a sign. bed linen washing, for me, is an omen of bad things to come. it’s like a horror movie, when you see the person walking slowly down into the darkened basement?….no no no, not a good idea….on no, she is putting her sheets in the washing machine, that is not a good sign at all!!!!
We’ve got a couple small baby bjorn potties about the house. I ususally keep them in the bathroom, but they get brought out all the time. I keep one in the car too, so very handy. They come in all different colors, and it’s small enough to hide under a coffee table, or tuck into a corner.
This made me think of something I just posted over at One Came Back. Check it out – maybe it will make you laugh a little (and realize how not alone you are)http://onecameback.blogspot.com/2007/08/answers-arent-always-what-you-think.html
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Oh, this hits close to home. It’s always, ALWAYS when the sheets are just washed. 🙂
Oh i’ve been there, done that, got many T shirts! This too will pass!God bless