You guys, I have a lot of feelings about this week. Today, RR had her first full day at her new school after a week’s worth of half days and hour-long orientations. She has managed the chaos by spitting and sputtering, hitting and kicking, and speaking in tongues. I think I expected more tantrums and less lashing out and, really, it took me until today to realize that it actually is lashing out. Last night, we swapped bedtime roles in order to disrupt the chaos she was creating. She wasn’t listening, preferring to scream nonsense syllables over everything we say. She is finding every opportunity to fight and push and stretch limits. But we’ve all had a first day at a new school. If that doesn’t wreak a little havoc on your world, nothing will.
It’s not just being at a new school of course, it’s potty training. On Tuesday, she blew through five outfits in two hours. On Wednesday, three. Today, she spent all day at school and we sent no fewer than 10 pairs of panties (possibly more) and a stack of shorts. You’d think that she’d have been dismayed when she realized she was wet AGAIN but, apparently, not dismayed enough to consider the potty her friend. I have every hope that she’ll have managed it at least once today but, to be honest, I won’t be surprised if we continue in the same vein. Which means that we have a long weekend of laundry ahead of us. Dammit, we’re such good parents. How come we can’t find a strategy that works?
Hand in hand with the potty training (and laundry) comes a bed. It doesn’t seem fair or smart to put her down for a nap in panties and give her no way to get to the potty. I love the crib. She loves the crib. But it’s time for the crib to go. This is going to alarm her and, I suspect, if I thought she was lashing out before, she’ll really be lashing out now. It’s our fault. We’ve babied her (see: crib) and we’re hearing a continuous stream of “I’m too little to use the potty. I need you to feed me like a baby. Carry me, mama, like a baby. I can’t. I’m just a little baby.” I know she’ll get it. I wish for all of our sakes that she’d get it faster.
That said, I’m learning the Montessori ropes (totally different than our previous school experience) and scrambling to prepare for the beginning of a new academic year. On Monday, I’ll pop in for a progesterone test at the midway point of the two weeks. But let me tell you, if the way I feel today is any indication, there’s plenty of progesterone swamping me. I’m tired, friends. So tired.