So very many reasons for that question to be my motto today. Let me give you a quick recap of my past week.....
Last Thursday morning... I had to call a locksmith to break into my mail box. I lost the one and ONLY key to it, and had to get my mail. $120.00 later, I had three copies of my new key and a slightly damaged mailbox. I was determined to have a great day despite my expensive mistake. Jairus and I went to get him fitted for new glasses and finished up our errands at Costco. Driving home, Jairus dozed off into much needed nap time. As I am about a mile from the house, I hear a noise, and suddenly my hood was buried in steam. I pulled over to see anti-freeze spurting out of my car like a pregnant woman who smelled roast beef. With Jairus sleeping, I call our roadside assistance, and..... well my phone dies!
Dreading the sound of a cranky toddler, I pull him out of the car and go across the street to the school so I can call. By this time, Jairus is frustrated, and I am almost in tears. We had about an hour until the tow would be there, so I decided to walk home and come back in the truck. Unfortunately, Jairus doesn't want a piggyback ride. Nope. He insists on me carrying him in front of me. For a mile, I carry him, baby style, in cheap shoes. We get my car home, and now I ask, are we there yet? Is my Succulent Lamb Cop coming home soon? I am ready for my man! I miss my man doing the manly things around here! Thank goodness Tina loaned me her husband to fix my car (thank you Clint), otherwise I would have gotten ripped off my some stupid mechanic who knows I know nothing about my car.
The last several days, Jairus and I have been fighting sickness. Both of us have had trouble sleeping. Which makes double trouble for me, because if he isn't sleeping, neither am I. Luckily today, we finally got out to see the world and go to church. However...
Jairus peed his pants in Sunday school, and didn't tell any one. I go to get him, and sit him on my lap to put his shoes on. Oh lucky me, the special "waterproof" training pants I bought work as good as a paper towel. That cancelled my plans to have lunch with my friends. We get home, and he pees on the floor, and again in his pants.
The problem isn't wheather he is ready or not. Because as soon as bedtime comes, he is up every 12 seconds to go potty. The problem is the fact that he does not care if he marinates in his body garbage. How do you get a kid to care? And this is yet another reason why I ask, are we there yet?
How much longer until the light bulb goes off, and he drops the poo in the toilet? I have been working with him for a year on and off, and yet he has an uncanny ability to crap and pee all over himself!
And, are we there yet? Are we ever going to get there? This ride has been way too long, and I am DONE!
