So, yesterday I wrote about all the changes that have taken place since Josiah went to school and how this is a good thing. I am rethinking some of that!
Josiah does not have school on Friday, so he and I did lots of fun things all day. Greg left around 6pm to go out with the guys and Josiah and I went to Dairy Queen for ice cream. When we got home, I went upstairs to start running Josiah's bath. This is when things changed!
I am not sure whether the cry for help is for me or if it is something he needs or will need. I am at my wits end. I never intended my blog to become a running commentary on all the naughty things my son can find to do. Anyway, I was running his bath. I went downstairs to call him and found him waiting at the bottom of the stairs for me (clue #1). I asked, "What are you doing?" and of course the answer was, "nothing!"(clue #2) He had some strange looking yellow liquid in his hair and all over his clothes (clue #3). I go into the living room and every pair of dress shoes at the door, the carpet, some cushions and my hardwood floors have buffing compound on them (answer). You know, the kind you use to get scratches out of paint work on your car! I calmly sat him down on a naughty chair and proceeded to clean up. 45 minutes later I think I got it all and from the other room I hear, "I'm sorry, Mommy." We went upstairs cleaned him up and straight to bed. He is now laying in bed playing with his many, many stuffed animals and occasionally crying for his Daddy. A not so perfect end to a nearly perfect day.
I can feel your pain and frustration...It is kinda like our days in WI when you couldn't take you eyes off anyone...remember those days of poop smeared all over everyone and everything. We ended up putting locks on just about everything. Everything was out reach, up high. I don't knowif it will help or not but we always gave everyone a little job at bathtime...someone got the towels, someone turned on the water, someone got the shampoo...we were all busy in the same room and working towards a goal. Just got to try to stay one step ahead and thinking like a three year old would think. It really isn't too hard for me...the older I get the younger my brain. Hang in there, you'll survive. seems to be.
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