There are somedays that happen when you have a 2 year old. I love my son with ever inch of my being but there are somedays I dont want anything to do with him. It pains me to say it but its true. Today was one of them.
The day started out early. Gavin decided that 5:30am was a perfect time to wake up and play. Ugggg. We (meaning I was laying on his bed and he was playing on the floor) spent time quietly playing in his room until the sun came up an hour later. We had a breakfast of oatmeal (that ended up mostly on the floor and the table cause it makes a great playdough when mommy has her back turned for 5 min to make herself some coffee).
After Gavin cleaned it up (and mommy then recleaned the mess of a clean up job Gavin did) we got dressed and watched an episode of Curious George so mommy could take a shower to get rid of the oatmeal caked in her hair.
We played trains and cars and drew and it was only 8 am.
Gavin has become very independent in the bathroom. He has two stools in his bathroom, one for the lights and one to step up to the toilet. (the stool for the lights gets moved when he has to wash his hands.) Usually I trail behind him when his is making his mad dash to the bathroom to answer Mother Nature. Well, the deed done and hands washed we left the room. I return to the living room thinking my wonderful son had followed me. No. I was wrong. I hear a sound that makes me cringe. Splash, Flush, Toilet refusing load and then overflow. This happened in the matter of seconds. I knew what to expect as I walk back into my ugly pink bathroom. My wonderful, sweet son has dropped a whole full roll of toilet paper into the toilet, then tried to flush it, the toilet said, "NEVER!!!" and my floor was covered in a sea of toilet water and Gavin jumping in the puddle laughing "Mommy I did it!"
Thank God I was givin a wonderful husband. He quickly came and removed my toilet water soaked son before I could scream. After fishing out the toilet paper (mind you its the strong Charmin stuff so its huge when its dry so imagine when its water logged) and mopping up the water and having to Pinesol the floor, I walk into the bedroom where my husband has dried and re-dressed my son. Gavin sits. A 2 min time-out.
Jefferson sends me out of the house to really calm down. Tells me to relax. I went to the pier and read a full book. I let the sun soak up all the bad feelings inside me and I was ready to go home. I decided to spend this toddler free time to go grocery shopping.
When I got home we unloaded the bags and put everthing away.
Its amazing how much Gavin misses me even when I am gone just a few hours. He hugs and he kisses and he climbs all over me. I sat on the couch holding my son and asking him to forgive me for my little over reacation and he just kisses my cheek and tells me he loves me.
Well the day is not over yet. I had skipped lunch and so we all had an early supper cause I was starving and both my men will pretty much eat whenever there is food out. We did the evening routine alittle diffrent by eating first then bath then brushing of the teeth. While in the bathroom there was this horriable smell. I knew it couldnt be the floor. I had just mopped it this morning. But where was it coming from. Not in the closet, not the floor, not the toilet, not the tub, not in the sink...that only left the trash can. I looked and it had an empty wal-mart bag in it as a liner. Where was that smell? Well I am smart. I have a college degree. I picked up the wal-mart bag. Underneth the bag was a gift left by my son. I guess sometime that day when I was not home or even if I was home my son had decided to leave the toilet alone and had used the trash can instead. Not just #1 but yes my friends the good old #2. ( We had told him he cant play with the toilet).
Due to this Gavin got to spend extra time with his daddy watching "WipeOut" while mommy gets the trash can.
Finally 8pm rolled around and prayers were said and mommy kissed him goodnight.
What a day.
