Where do I begin? I guess the general way to go about this is to tell you all about myself. But I find that to be boring. What will you have to look forward to tomorrow if I did that. The obvious is that I am a single mother of a little boy named Camden. He's two years old. So we all know that I am clearly at the point where I can either start a blog of all his craziness or I can punish an entire bottle of wine before breakfast. So I decided to write (and still have a glass of wine here or there).
Of course the reason behind my writing starts with the latest from Camden. So he is about a month into being fully potty trained. And by fully I mean he will pee if he's overly excited or if he feels like he rather pee in front of the pot instead of inside the pot. Smh! But we have made huge progress. I took the risk of the three day training plan. And it worked great. But I've still been putting him in pull ups for bedtime.
Well last night we got home pretty late. Maybe like and hour past normal bedtime. And he was yelling at me to let him just get in bed. I'm thinking to myself "I want you in bed just as bad as you want to be in bed mister!". But in the process of him crying for sleep and me trying to get him in PJs I forgot the pull up. Well, let's stop right there. I didn't forget it, I remembered. It was just all the way in the closet and I was tired myself. So I said a mini prayer that he wouldn't pee his pants. And put the little monster to bed.
Well guess what happened, he wet the bed. WELL DUH! Of course my mini prayer didn't do the trick. But it's not even that he wet the bed that was the worst part. We share a room, huge space but he's in a toddler bed so he can just climb right into my bed whenever he wants. And I love that. I hated getting up at 5am and taking him out the crib and letting him cuddle with me until a more decent hour. Now he just gets up and gets right in my bed without a peep.
But of course I don't want a kid with pee all over him in my bed. He hops in, and goes right back to sleep. And he does the cutest little thing when we sleep together, wraps his little arm around me. Well not so cute when you reek of urine. I mean so gross! I woke up like "woah what's that smell".
So I get up and I'm smelling myself and then I notice it's him. I look at the clock and it's 1:27am. I had just went to sleep at 12:30 so I had just reached the part in the dream where I'm sitting on a beach chair regaining my color. So now I'm upset. And he is knocked out. With no care in the world. So I rush to the bathroom and get a wash cloth with soap and water. Take all his clothes off as I pull him out of bed. Wipe him down and re-dress him as he starts to complain about being soooo tired. Like really.
Then I do what I believe most moms would do in my shoes when they are tired and their kids has pee'd in their bed. I grabbed a towel and placed it over the area and got back in bed and rolled over to start tanning the backside of my body.