I mostly spend each day living in brief gulps from one moment to the next. In between tickle fights and time outs, I also sweat it out each day on the tightrope that is PPD and all its repercussions in my family, my health, my marriage and my sense of humor. Some days are good, some days only wish they could aspire to the high ranks of pond scum, but it's all part of my life. And it's all worth it.
I have a dream
I’ll go ahead and apologize right here for, once again, waxing unpoetic about potty-training. It’s where I’m at and that is that. (See? Unpoetic.)
Silvia is doing great, really. I can’t complain about her progress, or to be more accurate, I shouldn’t complain. On the whole she’s doing terrifically. At home, she’s pretty much got the whole idea down. While we’re out she does a fairly good impression of bladder control. At school, she’s at least overcome her fears of the miniature toilet in her classroom. At other people’s houses… well. No one’s perfect and let’s be honest, who isn’t a little shy in someone else’s bathroom?
The prospect of a diaper-free existence looms in my future. I can see it, glowing, taunting me with its nearness. I’ll be able to take that wretched diaper pail out of her room and with it, hopefully, that lingering eau de poop. (I have this fantasy of Kurt and I going all Office Space on it.) And what about those huge cardboard boxes the diapers come it? Whatever will we use to hold our recycling when I don’t have to buy those jumbo packs anymore?
Then, there’s my purse. Oh, my purse. Someday, soon-so-soon, I’ll be able to fit something exciting there, in the space where the diapers and huge wipes pack used to live. Something grown-up. Like, maybe, A PAPERBACK BOOK. Ooooohhhh, I’m getting chills.
There will come a day when I will not have to jump up at the call of, “MAMA! COME WIPE ME!” or “I made poops, mama, change meeeeee!”. I can FEEL it. Just the idea of having those moments out of my day returned to me is intoxicating.
We’re not there yet. Silvia is still feeling her way around the whole idea and exhibiting definite areas of comfort and vexation. But it’s close, it’s coming…
And, in the not so very far future, there is an ENTIRE AISLE at the grocery store that I will be able to skip completely.
Hallelujah.
I love the idea of going Office Space on your diaper pail!
Comment by alison — August 24, 2009 @ 7:37 amI too have this dream!!
Comment by Hillary — August 24, 2009 @ 7:46 amI finally gave up on the diaper pail with my third child. I was just so tired of it and it took up unneccessary space.