We have a pee pee problem in our house. The two-year-old is not interested in potty training, but he is interested in his pee pee. He continually puts his hands down his pants at night and pulls his pee pee to point up and sometimes completely out of the diaper. So then the next time he pees, his clothes and sheets get soaking wet. I have tried the next size up diapers, different brands and now pull-ups nighttime diapers, but it makes no difference. The boy can fanangle his dangle till it peeks out of the diaper no matter what I put on him. Even if I put him in a button-crotched shirt with pants over it he can push down the top of the diaper until the waistband is a low-rider and the next pee brings the gushing flood that means mommy has to change diapers, clothes and sheets at 3:00 in the morning. So now I have taken to going and checking on him before I go to bed to make sure his pee pee is properly pointed down and nicely tucked well into the diaper.
And for the past couple of days he has had acid poops that I need to check on before I go to bed. So picture it - small child sleeping, curled up in a ball, all snug and warm. Enter mommy, with cold hands and a determined heart. He is sleeping calmly and here I come checking out his heine for acid poop and then rolling the poor boy over to stuff his privates down into his diapers. It's gotta be done, though. What is a mamma to do?
On an entirely different note, I got an email today that Coping Magazine is going to publish my Ode To Prednisone piece. And they want me to send a photo to include for publication. Ok then. Could be published as soon as March or as late as August; they will send me a page proof to approve when they know for sure. I am definitely excited, but now I have to choose a picture. Or get one taken. To Chemo Queen or not to Chemo Queen, that is the question...
4 comments:
I'd have to vote for the Chemo Queen!
Congratulations!
Let's take both. And send them both.
See, I told you this would take you places, how awesome! You're story matters, and the way you tell it...perfect. I vote for your biker chick look! LOL!
Oh, I'm sorry about Jackson. But thank your lucky stars you are not my former sister-in-law, who's daughter continually pooped in her diaper and then felt the need to paint the walls with it!
Wow! Congrats!! You're on a roll, M!
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