This morning we sat around the table eating breakfast. Keith was playing and dropped his spoon into the gallon of milk. Awesome. I sent him to his room to play so I could finish feeding Faye. I heard
"Mommy! I peeped in my diaper."
I told him I would change it when I finished feeding Faye.
"Mommy! Come change my diaper. I need my diaper changed. I peeped in it. I need you Mommy!" which went on for about 5 minutes non stop. Finally, I saw him running down the hall with no diaper on.
I told him to go to his room and I would be there in a minute.
This is what I saw when I got there:
Not my favorite way to start the morning. I am hoping this is not foreshadowing on the whole day. And the boy still refuses to learn to use the potty! He insists on wearing a diaper and staying a little boy.
I feel bad. I yelled at him. For a long time. The whole time I cleaned it up, in fact. He cried and I still yelled. What a bad mother am I. For some reason, I just don't have my usual amount of patience lately. I need to work on that.