It’s official, I have the winter blahs. It’s weird because I used to live in a place that was cold and dark for practically 8 months of the year and I never once had the winter blahs. Yet, I move down south to Ontario, we’ve only had snow since mid January, it’s now Feb 1st and there is apparently a historic snowstorm headed our way. I have the winter blahs. I’m over winter, I want there to be sun, I want to go outside and stand in that sun and feel the warmth of it. I want to be out side with the kids from 9am until 8pm. Heck, I’d even put up our tent and try to convince Isabelle to sleep in the back yard with me. I am so not happy about this storm coming. I don’t want to shovel any more, I don’t want to have to spend 30 minute packing the kids up to go outside. I’m tired of trying to find shoes or boots or mitts or hats. And yes, try to keep them all in the same place.
I’m tired of my kids having all this extra energry they can’t burn off which translates into why my kids aren’t sleeping at nap times! Isabelle is currently upstairs exploring every inch of her old bedroom, most likely destroying it because I’ve locked her out of every other room upstairs, and she’s not tired. I don’t have the square footage in my home so the kids can run aound in circles and tire themselves out. Sure, I’d go outside but even dressed up warmly, the wind is too much and so are the frigid temps of damp Ontario winters. I hate them! I would rather have to 30 minutes to dress them to go outside in Tuktoyaktuk than here!
I think part of the problem is that in the Arctic, winter is pretty. No slush, no dirty snow, well except for where skidoos have been, but even then it’s not that bad. But all around you is this thick crisp beautiful pure white snow. Down here it’s crap. If a dog hasn’t peed on it, it’s dirty because it warmed up enough to turn to dirty mush and then re froze, then the plows and sanding trucks come along and shove all the dirty snow up onto the nice while snow or what was left of it. Ugh. Stupid winters.
I’d like to add in that I would just like to skip over the melting part, and then all the rain that’s going to happen and just get right to the nice dry, warm but not too warm summer.
On another blah note, I’m starting to feel like the only parent in the world who can’t get her 2, almost 3 year old to go on the potty. It’s such a fight every time, but if and when she does go, she’s really happy. And of course we are really happy too. We’ve been trying to have her in panties during the day, at nap and bed time she wears a pull up. But either she forgets or just doesn’t think of it, but she’s still peeing herself or grosser yet, pooping. What frustrates me the most, is lets say at 10am she will tell me she has to go potty, so I put her on she goes. Fantastic. Then half an hour later she’s waddling over to me in her soaked pants telling me she’s sorry.
It’s not like I was hiding, she knew where I was, but she didn’t come and tell me. Nevermind that, she can go on her own. She knows to pull her pants and everything down etc and she can get to the potty herself, her stool is always there. But she just peed her pants. Poop is a whole other story, she will not poop on the potty. She will run off and hide somewhere and poop her pants. Or she will wait until naptime and poop then because she knows she’s in a pull up. And again the whole “sorry mommy” line comes up. And I do believe she is sorry, but I’m starting to wonder if I’m the only parent of a child who doesn’t seem to mind peeing/pooping their pants?
I’m doing my best to be consistent, and I make sure I get her to go every 2 hours despite her refusing and crying and carrying on. And if she doesn’t go then, I try again either 15 to 30 minutes later. I keep track of how much she’s drinking during the day etc. But she just won’t do it. And of course this is just like her eating habbits. The night before last, Ian made shake and bake chicken thighs. He cut up the kids pieces to the size of chicken nuggets. The twins happily ate their meal. Isabelle, wouldn’t touch it for her life. After some serious parental persuassion she ate some chicken. Then last night, being in a rush, we opted for chicken nuggets and fries. She of course devoured the nuggets all the while happily saying “I LOVE CHICKEN!!” Oh well apparently you didn’t love chicken yesterday! Drives me bonkers sometimes. I do my best to ignore, but I think with winter getting me down, potty training getting me down and Isabelle’s crappy eating habbits getting me down….I’m down.
Mommy needs a hotel room alone with a bottle of wine and a soaker tub with bubbles.