What a day...

Took Hollie to school this morning. Came back home and Mavrick refused to take his nap. He was tired, fussy, whiny, and would not let me put him down. Tried again an hour later to put him down for a nap, and again he screamed and cried and refused to take a nap. Picked Hollie up from school. Ran over a squirrel. Mav screamed the whole way there and back out of pure exhaustion. Hollie yelled "Stop crying" at Mav most of the way home because it drives her nuts when he cries in the car. Got home, took Mav straight to bed, and he went right to sleep. (Thank you Jesus, Amen). Made lunch and asked Hollie to go potty and wash her hands. Hear the water running way too long and go see what's taking so long. She is naked, standing over my Ugg boots, and smirking. Turn the water off (apparently a diversion to her real shenanigans). Ask her what she's doing and she says the boots are wet. Is it water? No. She PEED IN MY BOOT?! "But I'm weally berry sorry mama". WHYYYYY??? "Because I did".


I'm going to a "Conscious Discipline" class every Thursday night for the next 12 weeks at Hollie's school. It's actually very interesting and gives me hope! I always leave feeling refreshed and happy to have new tools in my bag of mommy tricks :) You can never have too many of those!
I get home and Dennis informs me that Hollie ate all her dinner (for the first time in literally months) so I gave her a sucker for her reward. As she's sitting in my lap watching TV and snuggling while enjoying her sucker I realize that my pants are wet. She PEED ON ME!!! Seriously?? She must be mad at me and punishing me for something. What did I do???

Clean her up, clean me up, and tuck her in to bed. Come back downstairs and start straightening up and I hear Hollie coming down the stairs. "You're supposed to be in bed Hollie". She scurry's back upstairs to her room whimpering. So I go up and check on her and she's on her knees in her bed shaking saying she's scared. What's wrong? "I hear the choo-choo train laughing at me". She loves choo-choo trains, well she used to love them. Now she says "I don't like choo-choo trains ever again". I assure here there are no choo-choo's laughing at her, read her another story to get her mind off of the freaky dream she had about laughing choo-choo's, and tuck her in again. On my way out I hear "Psst psst....I sure do love you mama". Yep. I love my life :)
Good-night! Don't let the choo-choo's bite....or laugh ;)