For those of you are new to my blog page.... first of all WELCOME. A few years ago I would write a daily blog post of the trials of semi-single motherhood (or wife of a oil-patch worker). These post were not meant to complain about my life or attempt to show you how ridiculously difficult it is being a mother at times but more to just VENT for myself with a little added humour. And hopefully help other struggling mothers know that they are not alone.
Things settled down, life got easier, the kids were growing up and my days were not so stressful. Less things to blog about. Well the stress level seems to have increased tremendously in the last few months. Perhaps due to the fact that we have brought a puppy into the mix, or maybe because the kids are exhausted from school, or perhaps that our life (as i'm sure with many is like a rat race, racing here and there all day).
I knew the dog would add to the crazy but I do not regret our decision to add a furry friend to the family. We all love Kai and to be honest he is the least of my worries. He has been absolutely wonderful teaching the kids responsibility. And by kids I mostly mean just Ethan. Ethan feeds the dog in the morning and then again at night. Kai waits by the gate for Ethan to come down the stairs. Whenever we get home Ethan immediately takes the dog outside for a pee. Wyatt's relationship with the dog is slightly different. He hasn't quite mastered the technique of being CALM and GENTLE around the dog. Anyways that is an entire different post in itself.
Anyways back to the stress level. Let me just tell you about my night last night. I went to bed late last night (and by late i mean 9:15). I was awoken from a deep sleep around 10:34 to the sound of someone peeing. At first I thought it was one of the boys peeing in the toilet, but as I listened closer I realized it was not the sound of pee on water. Got up and wandered into Wyatt's room. There he is, pants around his ankles, peeing on the floor. Saaaayyyyy whhhhhhhaaaat?? What are you doing Wyatt? "Just peeing momma". As I zombie-walk around the house looking for towels (which I usually keep in the hall closet, but Kelly prefers them under random sinks). So none in the hall closet, I keep searching. Wyatt is rooting around in his drawer for some new pajama pants. I find a towel. Do a semi-decent clean up then try to help Wyatt. He won't just put on the first pair of jammie pants he sees. No he is searching for a particular pair which may, or may-not, be in his drawer. After a small argument and me attempting to keep him from waking the dog (ohhhhh please don't bark Kai) he settles on a pair and is back in bed.
I go back to sleep. Around 1 am Ethan comes barrelling in saying he has peed his bed. He has done an entire outfit changed, towelled up his bed on his own and crawls in with me. Instead of going to check the disastrous wet bed in his room I turn over and go back to sleep. That is something I can deal with in the morning. Good, everyone has now peed and is back to sleep. I can relax.
5 am comes, i hear the whimpering start (now I shouldn't complain because he has slept straight from 9:15-5 am) which is a great stretch. I quickly go take him to pee, put him back in the crate and go back to bed. Then..... the barking starts. I just had done some research and they said to let the dog bark (much like the cry it out method with babies). Except the problem is, sleeping through a baby crying is MUCH easier than sleeping through a dog barking. After two hours I give in and wake up for the day.
I am exhasuted, the kids are full of energy, as is the dog. Kai goes in for his shots today so we can FINALLY take him for walks. I am hoping that a daily dog walk will not only tire out Kai but also the kids. I mean here is to hoping!
Wyatt isn't starting the day on a great foot yet again. His listening skills are that of a, well i don't know, something that iso terrible at listening. In the past ten minutes Wyatt has already:
-Told me he hates me
-Told me I am not his mom anymore
-Called me a buttface
I am unphased.
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