I just want to say one thing: Potty training was invented by Satan. That's it.
Okay, that's not really it. But that's more or less what I've been feeling this weekend.I guess I could say I have a love-hate relationship with the potty.
For the past 3 days, I've been struggling with getting my daughter to ditch the diapers. And for the first two, it's been hell. I tell you, I've been dangerously close to leaving her with my mom and running out screaming. And guess what? That makes me feel like the crappiest. mom. ever. Ever. I keep wondering if every mom in the world has gone through the tantrums, the crying, the cleaning pee and poop from the floor 8 times a day; and wondering how other moms get through this without wanting to kill themselves. (I like to overreact a little. Can you tell?).
And then today it's been just me and her. My mom and sister had to go look after my grandma for the weekend, Michael had to work, and my dad and my brother... Well, they don't help much in this case. So we've been all alone for the bigger part of today, and I guess we haven't been as stressed out. My mom, bless her heart, helps me out so much you wouldn't believe it. But she also adds some stress to the equation. We don't always see eye to eye regarding Camila's education and care. And, since she's the one Camila spends more time with, I some times feel obligated to do things her way. I know, I know, I should stand up for what I think is best for my daughter, right? The problem is, most of the time (like 90% of the time) I feel like I have no idea what's best for Camila and my mom's right and I'm wrong and I'm a bad mother and I don't spend enough time with my daughter because I have to work and wahwahwahwah. But today, we did it. Okay, I had to wipe pee from the floor a couple of times, but we spent some time all alone and did things calmly, and she finally peed and pooped in her potty. Repeatedly.
So yes, I'm pretty happy. As a WOHM, I feel like I've missed out on a lot of milestones in Camila's life, like her first steps, which I saw thanks to my mom and dad who videotaped it, or her first kiss, which she gave my dad. So I guess you, my dear reader, can understand why this little victory doesn't taste like poop and pee, but tastes pretty great instead.
On another note, We're not going to the beach anymore. So my vacations have pretty much gone to hell. After we had agreed on postponing it for a week so we didn't have to take Camila with us. Just my luck, huh?
And on yet another note, I'm knitting a couple of fingerless gloves for a co-worker, which I'm very excited about because it's my first time knitting on two circular needles. I have no pics yet, but I'll post some as soon as I have them.