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It is becoming quite evident that I am failing in my quest to become a nonbiter. A pinky and my left middle finger have survived thus far, but the others have become unmentionable.
Also, the cats have slowly begun to demolish the feather thign we bought them. It's sad looking now with most of its feathery bits torn off except for a few scragglers.
My days at nannying stay uneventful except for the tragedy of attemtping to potty train Kayley. Why such a tragedy? Becuase it should have been accomplished by now except for the fact that she's too stubborn for her 3 year old little self. She pooped in her pants today (no, first she took off her diaper in the playroom and hid it) took off her pants (revealing poop stained legs and socks) and left it sitting next to her as she hid butt naked in the playset tower OUTSIDE. Her younger sister had to come in and get me (by constantly yelling POOP! POOP! POOP! until I figured out that it wasn't her that had the problem, it was her older sister) and then Kayley refused to come inside and get washed up after lying to me about the fact that she had done it.
.......I can't escape the grossness sometimes. Sometimes I just have to suck it up and say...'yes she pooped, but I'm the adult and now I have to wash it out of her clothes and off her even though it stinks so bad my brain might be melting from the smell.'
I keep telling myself that this is just good training for when I have kids. Right.
And I can't find my camera charger. I swear that someone is purposely hiding it on me. I hate it when people move my things especially when I leave them in specific areas that I can make mental notes of becuase otherwise I won't know where I put them. grrrrr.
Also, the cats have slowly begun to demolish the feather thign we bought them. It's sad looking now with most of its feathery bits torn off except for a few scragglers.
My days at nannying stay uneventful except for the tragedy of attemtping to potty train Kayley. Why such a tragedy? Becuase it should have been accomplished by now except for the fact that she's too stubborn for her 3 year old little self. She pooped in her pants today (no, first she took off her diaper in the playroom and hid it) took off her pants (revealing poop stained legs and socks) and left it sitting next to her as she hid butt naked in the playset tower OUTSIDE. Her younger sister had to come in and get me (by constantly yelling POOP! POOP! POOP! until I figured out that it wasn't her that had the problem, it was her older sister) and then Kayley refused to come inside and get washed up after lying to me about the fact that she had done it.
.......I can't escape the grossness sometimes. Sometimes I just have to suck it up and say...'yes she pooped, but I'm the adult and now I have to wash it out of her clothes and off her even though it stinks so bad my brain might be melting from the smell.'
I keep telling myself that this is just good training for when I have kids. Right.
And I can't find my camera charger. I swear that someone is purposely hiding it on me. I hate it when people move my things especially when I leave them in specific areas that I can make mental notes of becuase otherwise I won't know where I put them. grrrrr.