I GIVE UP...I give up

Today has literally been a day of hell...seriously, I mean it could be worse, so I guess I shouldn't say that, but my patience for my second born has all but went out the window.

This morning started out ok..he came to wake me up--normal. Then no sooner did breakfast end, and we all got dressed did he do the unthinkable. He pooped his pants. Nope...not the normal that I am used to, I mean flat out pooped his pants.  So, after thinking he cleaned himself up, he threw them down the laundry shoot!

I made him go get them so I could appropriately clean them. Not that I wasn't doing a few hundred loads of laundry anyway. I couldn't help it...just let him cry...and cry he did for like an hour. I couldn't console him because I was so frustrated. Have you ever read one of those articles in the baby magazines where sometimes you need to put yourself in time out? Well, that is what I had to do. I had to put myself in time out. Once I calmed down and he calmed down--things seemed to progress better.

We went downstairs and cleaned up a bit. Tatum and I sorted out the "newborn" clothes--a few of each sex and all the gender neutral clothes to be washed. I opened up the dryer to put a load in and had standing water. I am not sure why--I think we may need a new cover for the outside vent--or maybe it might need to be cleaned. I hate think that there could be anything worse going on there.

Once we were finished we opted to go to the grocery store. Afterwards, we came home, ate lunch and while I was finishing my lunch, Tatum comes barreling up the stairs--screaming her head off. I didn't hear any arguing from the basement playroom, so I thought maybe she stepped on something or saw a bug or spider. Nope..what happened was, she was playing petshop (darn little pieces) and Beckett wanted the piece she was playing with. So she being the genius she is, put it in her mouth. Beckett hit her, it startled her, and it flew down her throat. Right now, we are trying to figure out if it is trapped in her throat (she thinks it is) or is trying to work its way down to her stomach. It was plastic, so I suppose we only wait for it to pass. She panicked though, so I had to calm her down.

Meantime, Beckett is sitting in time out. As soon as T calmed down I told Beckett he was going to bed. I got him upstairs went to put a diaper on him. Took of his pants and he had on no underwear. I asked him where they were and sure enough, he started crying. I immediately know what this meant. He pooped in his pants again. This time was the normal--an by normal, I mean he "caught" himself and tried to make it to the bathroom and didn't succeed. He knew he was busted again. I put him to bed and shut the door. If you know this boy, you know that the door to his room is never shut (it makes him sad) and he did NOT fight me. Which only tells me that he knows he is doing the wrong thing..yay! He knows right from wrong. So riddle me this? Why wont he just use the bathroom?

Thus far, I have heard no movement so I must have made my point. Next up, more laundry and a trip outside for the slip and slide. I feel like I need another time out. Hopefully, a trip to the gym will calm me tonight:)

Till then!