Why would someone visit 95 pages of my blog in 40 minutes? The pages were visited too quickly to be "read" so they were either emailed or printed or something.
A few weeks ago I attempted to potty train Liam and it was a disaster. We tried for a few days and he just wasn't into it. He would look right at me, say he didn't need to use the potty and then pee in his pants. I didn't want to give up too easily, as it would just teach him that he could give up easily too, but I also have never been one to push potty training. I think so much harm is caused by parents who want their kid potty trained before the kid is ready. And really, people, have you ever seen a developmentally "normal" 15 year old in diapers? Kids learn to use the potty WHEN they're ready. It's the one thing we, as parents, can't control, so why try so hard? We quit after a few days and he was bit sad to not wear big boy undies, but I told him that they are for big boys who use the potty. I told him if he wanted to start using the potty, I would put him in big boy undies.
Not that I would consider myself an experienced motorcycle rider by any means, but after putting about 450 miles on the bike with 2 road trips, I feel I have enough experience to offer these helpful tips/words of advice/rules to live by.
Okay-so after riding on the bike ALLLLLL day, we were not feeling so well so we got in my car and made a quick trip the local Walgreens, which happens to be by my old house. I thought for shits and giggles we'd drive past it. So we did and had REALLY bad timing and were driving by as Baloney, girlfriend and kids were getting out of the SUV. In my defense and to appear less stalkerish, as far as I knew, Daddy and the boys were spending the night at Grandma and Grandpas, so I didn't think anyone would be home and we could drive by and look at the old place without incidence.
I don't have anything to write about, but haven't updated for a few days and thought ya'll might start wondering if I am dead. Well, I am not. Lucky you. Here's a bit of Becker Randomness on this fine Friday.
My parents are the best. My mom called me last night to find out how the Dr appt went and then told me she wanted me to go get another check up because I'm losing so much hair (and weight, although I am not complaining about that!) and she offered to pay for it. We'll see if I take her up on that, I am kind of sick of doctors at the moment. Then she called back a little later and said she had extra money at home, so she's giving me $50 bucks to do something fun with the boys. WHAT? She said she doesn't want to be paid back, it's extra money she has and she wants me and the boys to enjoy life. Little does she know that I put that money in the bank so I won't bounce the Urologist co-pay check I wrote out yesterday, but I do promise to spend money on the boys when I get paid on Thursday. I think we'll go to Chuck E Cheese. :)
Blechy, Blech. I am back from the urologist and am in more pain than when I went in! She did a scope of my urethra and bladder which is definitely something they should knock you out for. Wait... it wasn't that bad during the procedure, I mean it hurt, but I gave birth with no pain meds so I could handle it, but the pain afterwards SUCKS. This is when I should be knocked out. Or sent home with a nice morphine drip. Or a cocktail of Vicodin and Tom Collins. AND a babysitter so I can take a nappy.
What was the best thing about your weekend?
Uhhh, that it ended? I know I am terrible because EVERYBODY loves the weekends, but I guess they don't make a difference to me. I only work 3 days a week, one of them being Sundays, so I don't really have a special affection towards the weekends.
This one was extremely boring because we had nothing to do, nobody to do it with and and no money to spend. We did go to a graduation party for a few hours on Saturday, but again, it wasn't anything too exciting for me. I pretty much spent the whole weekend listening to my neighbors have sex. Yes, seriously. I think they're on some kind of sex marathon or something. I probably shouldn't talk about something so personal about people I don't even know, but when you have the kind of loud sex they have, as many times as they have it, it warrants being talked about. If they didn't want the whole apartment building (and internet via me) to know they knock boots like bunny rabbits then they could tone it down a bit. I seriously wanted to pound on the ceiling this morning and ask them to make love instead of fuck. What's wrong with some QUIET romance? I'm worried about their relationship. It's always very aggressive and loud...whether they're loving or fighting.
ANYWAY-today I have my appointment with the Urologist. My gut says she'll find nothing wrong with me and I'll look like a hypo. I think I'll cry if that happens. A broke mom of 3 boys doesn't spend $100+ dollars on doctor appointments and prescriptions because she's faking. Not that I want anything seriously wrong with me, because I don't, but I need validation at this point that I am not crazy. I am not sure if the Urologist is the correct Doctor for that diagnosis, but I'll take what I can get.
Mama had a rough night last night. The boys and I went to a cousin's graduation party, but I was on-call so we came home relatively early. We got home at about 10:30, I think. I forgot my book with the worksheets I needed to fill out, so I was praying nobody would call until I got home. As my rotten luck would have it, I got a call at the party. It ended up being a simple question, so I didn't need my worksheets or my resources. WHEW.
The Becker Boys and I were supposed to have a play date today that was about 45 minutes-1 hour away and I just couldn't waste the gas going out there so we had cancel. I was bummed and so were the boys because they were really looking forward to swimming and playing with some friends.
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