"So you know what to do when you get on the bus?" I asked him nervously.
"Yeah. I find a seat," he said, nonplussed. I could tell he was annoyed because of the exasperated sigh he uttered as I continued.
"What's your bus number?" "Who's your teacher?" He answered as if he had been riding the bus and going to school for years.
"Alright!" I put my hand out for a high five. "You are ready to go, aren't you?" I was proud, but a little sad. My husband said when he got off the bus he had a smile from ear to ear. He was a little chatterbox about all of the things he did at school. And when I got home a few hours later, he was so excited to tell me all about it all over again. "I love school, Mommy." "That's great!" I said. "I knew you would!"
It warmed my heart.
Tonight, something turned my stomach.
My little one has a bad habit. The boys tend to take baths together, and it works pretty smoothly. Occasionally, however, things go wrong. Very wrong. Not as bad as this scene, which was actually pretty funny since it wasn't happening to me.
In my case, the 2 year old keeps pooping in the tub during his bath. And I never catch it in time. He did it again tonight.
Fortunately, my oldest had not yet gotten in the tub. He's not always so lucky. Tonight he kept yelling, "EW! YUCK! Mommy! Clean the tub!!!" Which is the LAST thing I want to do. Somehow my husband gets to watch the baby while I clean the tub and my other son keeps adding his own commentary -
"EW! Look at it in there!""I can't look at it. EW!"
"I told you he was pooping!"
"I am NOT taking a bath in there now!"Sigh.
At least my running is keeping me sane. I'm on schedule - 9 miles this week with 6 on Saturday. My legs are constantly in pain but not so bad I can't keep running. I'm hoping one day my legs just give in and say "Fine, you win. We accept that you are running. We'll get back to normal now." Until then, I carry on.
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