Mom Failures and Lots of Pee. Just a little poop, though.
I realized recently while perusing ye ole livejournal that I never posted about Owen's birthday. It was in April. It's June. *sigh* I wish I could say that I'm getting on to post about it now, but I'm not. I'm just posting to say I'm a terrible poster. All my pictures are on the other computer, and since I rarely get on that one, I just haven't gotten around to it.
HOWEVER, I also recently discovered that I have a free shutterfly photo book that expires on June 30th, so I WILL be getting on that computer soon to do that, and I WILL post about my poor son's 2nd birthday.
But, really, at least it's just the journal entry I'm forgetting about and not his actual birthday, right?
Right.
I have to verbally tell myself things like that sometimes to stop the inevitable Johanna guilt that creeps into my life. For instance, I'll have thoughts like, "I haven't talked to so-and-so in a long time. They probably think I'm a terrible friend. I really should call them or do something nice." I'll start feeling guilty and sick to my stomach for failing. And then I have to stop myself and be like, "Um, Johanna? They didn't call you, either. Chill. It's all good." Only I have to say it outloud or it doesn't work as well. B/c thoughts just go in circles in my head unless I write them or say them outloud.
Anybody else like that?
In other news that isn't about my guilt-ridden life, I started potty training Owen this week. Ya see, Evan and Lauren are on a grand adventure. They've been gone a week already, and they will be gone for 2 more weeks. They're having the best time while I cry at home because Owen finds videos of them on my phone where they are laughing and giggling and being cute. But it's okay b/c I know they're having a blast and making wonderful memories with their cousins. So back to potty training. Owen's been telling me about his poop for awhile now, and I figured this would be a perfect time to do it since he has my full attention. I read some blog posts about it to refresh my memory, and since I've already done it twice, I was somewhat confident that this would be a piece of cake.
I've already cried a few times this week. I just really hate potty training. Like, a lot. It's so frustrating. Also, Owen is my most stubborn kid. He honestly screams and arches his back when I set him on the potty sometimes. And I know all the blogs out there will say, "Oh, he's just not ready yet. He'll go when he's ready." But I say to that, "HECK NO! He'll go when I'M ready!" haha If it were up to him, he'd probably be in diapers until he's 4, and I'm not okay with that. And he's doing alright. He's just not progressing as quickly as I want him to be b/c I'm pregnant and not wanting to bend over to clean up poop and pee off the floor. He likes wearing underwear, and he knows how to pee on the potty. We're just working on realizing he needs to go before he's actually started peeing in his underwear. Oh, and poop. But I know that comes later.
I'm 24 weeks pregnant, by the way. It's a girl. Her name will be Brooklyn. She's an active little monkey, and I love her already. My body's just like, "Hey, Jo, you're 30 now... this is technically your 6th pregnancy even though two of them weren't full-term... what's the deal? I can't handle this very well. Oh, and your pubic bone is going to get out of whack and cause all kinds of pain that you can't tell people about. Sorry about that." Nah, it hasn't been all bad. But being pregnant at 30 is way different than at 21.
Even though I'm saying that, I would probably be okay with having another one. Crazy me. I've just always felt like we'll have a large family.
Welp, I guess that's all for now. I haven't written much this year, and it's sad. And not just in here. I haven't written in my book, either. I miss writing. It's fun for me. I just read a book called "Quitter" by Jon Acuff. He talks about your "dream job," and one of the questions he asks to determine your dream job is "Would you do this even if you didn't get paid?" Yes. Yes, I would. Maybe one day I can get off my duff and hustle to make it happen.
Okay, really leaving now. Bye.
HOWEVER, I also recently discovered that I have a free shutterfly photo book that expires on June 30th, so I WILL be getting on that computer soon to do that, and I WILL post about my poor son's 2nd birthday.
But, really, at least it's just the journal entry I'm forgetting about and not his actual birthday, right?
Right.
I have to verbally tell myself things like that sometimes to stop the inevitable Johanna guilt that creeps into my life. For instance, I'll have thoughts like, "I haven't talked to so-and-so in a long time. They probably think I'm a terrible friend. I really should call them or do something nice." I'll start feeling guilty and sick to my stomach for failing. And then I have to stop myself and be like, "Um, Johanna? They didn't call you, either. Chill. It's all good." Only I have to say it outloud or it doesn't work as well. B/c thoughts just go in circles in my head unless I write them or say them outloud.
Anybody else like that?
In other news that isn't about my guilt-ridden life, I started potty training Owen this week. Ya see, Evan and Lauren are on a grand adventure. They've been gone a week already, and they will be gone for 2 more weeks. They're having the best time while I cry at home because Owen finds videos of them on my phone where they are laughing and giggling and being cute. But it's okay b/c I know they're having a blast and making wonderful memories with their cousins. So back to potty training. Owen's been telling me about his poop for awhile now, and I figured this would be a perfect time to do it since he has my full attention. I read some blog posts about it to refresh my memory, and since I've already done it twice, I was somewhat confident that this would be a piece of cake.
I've already cried a few times this week. I just really hate potty training. Like, a lot. It's so frustrating. Also, Owen is my most stubborn kid. He honestly screams and arches his back when I set him on the potty sometimes. And I know all the blogs out there will say, "Oh, he's just not ready yet. He'll go when he's ready." But I say to that, "HECK NO! He'll go when I'M ready!" haha If it were up to him, he'd probably be in diapers until he's 4, and I'm not okay with that. And he's doing alright. He's just not progressing as quickly as I want him to be b/c I'm pregnant and not wanting to bend over to clean up poop and pee off the floor. He likes wearing underwear, and he knows how to pee on the potty. We're just working on realizing he needs to go before he's actually started peeing in his underwear. Oh, and poop. But I know that comes later.
I'm 24 weeks pregnant, by the way. It's a girl. Her name will be Brooklyn. She's an active little monkey, and I love her already. My body's just like, "Hey, Jo, you're 30 now... this is technically your 6th pregnancy even though two of them weren't full-term... what's the deal? I can't handle this very well. Oh, and your pubic bone is going to get out of whack and cause all kinds of pain that you can't tell people about. Sorry about that." Nah, it hasn't been all bad. But being pregnant at 30 is way different than at 21.
Even though I'm saying that, I would probably be okay with having another one. Crazy me. I've just always felt like we'll have a large family.
Welp, I guess that's all for now. I haven't written much this year, and it's sad. And not just in here. I haven't written in my book, either. I miss writing. It's fun for me. I just read a book called "Quitter" by Jon Acuff. He talks about your "dream job," and one of the questions he asks to determine your dream job is "Would you do this even if you didn't get paid?" Yes. Yes, I would. Maybe one day I can get off my duff and hustle to make it happen.
Okay, really leaving now. Bye.