My Life. Medication Optional.

Little TWoP fell off the swing into the mud.  And I laughed, because I am mean.

My daughter just took off her diaper, put it in the linen closet and ran past me saying 'How do I look?  As she ran past her dad he said 'You look naked.'

Tuesday is the coaches meeting for the kindergarten soccer league.  I will be attending, as I have been persuaded to coach my own team this year, rather than assist my sister with my nephew's team.  I'm mildly apprehensive, as I won't have a kid of my own on this team, since Little TWoP is only 2.5.  A pack of rabid five and six-year-old kids would terrify any sane person. 

However, I figure coaching soccer gets me six months of good deed coverage, so if I coach fall and spring, I'm covered for the year.  That's a good deal.

I just saw my kid put cheerios on the dog and eat them off of her.  That's just great.

So I went off the thyroid meds yesterday because I was insane.  I had a horrible headache and was jittery, like I'd had 5 or 6 red bulls.  And according to my husband, I was annoying as hell.  The directions say to cut out the meds until the issues subside, then get back on the pill wagon at the last dose before the problems.  I cannot wait to get back to it.  These pills are awesome.   

In other news, I am cranky and tired today, which may be from the lack of thyroid meds or because my kid won't give me a minute of peace.  I love her dearly, but no, I don't need her help making the bed, sweeping the floor or loading the dishwasher.  And since her way of helping is to put something on the floor and yell 'I made a mess!', it's really not helping my mood.

Okay, so the kid had been having sleep issues.  When it is time for bed she doesn't want to sleep and is up for hours, well past my bedtime.  The problem is with that word bedtime, because the Mr. and I are way to liberal about it.  We've been putting her to bed pretty much when ever it is convenient for us and not paying a lot of attention to naps and how long they are.  Well today I changed all that.  I took the kid for a long walk, kept her from a nap and informed Daddy that we will be having a bath at 6:30, followed by books and bedtime at 7:30.  We are good about giving her a bath and reading, but we are not consistent with the timing at all.  Not to mention, she hasn't been going out nearly as much since it is so much colder here than normal.  I figured getting out of the house for a walk would be good for me too (I loathe the cold and prefer to stay where the nice warm Internet is).  So we talked Aunt C. into going along and walked 7 or so blocks for coffee, then back.  I carried the kiddo half way both ways, but it was still more stimulation than she's been getting. 

You know, I always thought I would be a super-strict parent.  I am pretty disciplined, I like organizing, I plan ahead.  Man, when it comes to the kid, though, I'm just like, 'Whatever, she'll be fine.  It'll work out.'  No more!  There will be planning, there will be order, there will be potty training.

On another parenting note, I talked to the woman who was my nephew's preschool teacher about getting the kiddo in.  She turns 3 in late August, but I figured I should check it out.  She told me to come by next week for an application, because they were filling up.  There's not a waiting list yet, but damn.  It seems early, but I forget that she is 2.5  My husband was like, 'Preschool what? Application who?'  This has no potential for problems AT ALL.

Okay, we're in day two of potty training.  Day one we had nine accidents and did two loads of laundry.  We peed in the potty zero times.  We pooped in the potty zero times.  Day two we have had five accidents, peed in the potty zero times and pooped in the potty zero times.    I hate the word potty.

If I could just get her there in time, I thin we could make some progress.  Even if it is an accident, then I can praise her and give her a Dora sticker and M&M's and call the grandparents and the president.  Is that too much to ask?