Stay at Home Chaos

This is my first day to watch the kids while Tim returns to work. Tim canceled the urologist appointment for Ory yesterday so I wouldn’t have to figure out the logistics of carrying Ory, Kiki, and drag a screaming Evie into a doctors office that doesn’t even deal with children often. He looks much better anyway, I don’t know what the urologist could tell us at this point. Tim tried to stop giving Ory his medicine yesterday, much to my disapproval. I put Ory right back on it. Just because he looks better doesn’t mean we should stop giving him his medicine until the prescription states. The prescription says to keep him on it until Sunday, so he’ll be on it until Sunday.

To sum up my first day in one sentence, I’ll point out that I just had to relocate Ory from the baseboards that have been pulled out for weeks with nails in them. To give a further elaborate view, I had to find a phone that Tim didn’t put back into the office where it belongs. Ory got ahold of it, turned it on, and was playing with it. I didn’t mind, but then I lost sight of it, and it had been on for 40 minutes before I found it again. He’s pulled papers on the floor. He has learned he can relocate the trash can, climb on it (it is a sturdy can), and reach even higher places than the chairs allow. He still relocates chairs though. He also learned how to remove the canister from the vacuum.

To put an even better view on the chaos of my day, I’ll go back just 30 minutes ago during my attempt to feed Kiki. During this feeding, Ory ripped out all of the wipes and I only have a few left. He assalted me with the changing pad which he removed from the changing table with my telling him, “Don’t touch it! Leave it alone! … Put it back. Don’t you THROW IT AT ME. Time out.” I had to put the bottle down several times during this feeding. But the most frustrating thing was when he grabbed Evie’s cup, which still had juice in it, and immediately dumped it all over the couch, changing pad from when I confiscated it earlier, and Kiki’s warm blanket which was set aside because I was feeding her. He normally tries to drink from Evie’s cup, and he’s been doing really good. I didn’t expect him to grab and dump it so quickly. It was like his goal. Then he spent the rest of the feeding trying to shove his fingers in Evie’s mouth, with Evie pretend biting him, sending him into The Tattle Cry.

Evie listens. That’s the good thing about 3 year olds. They know what you’re saying, even if they don’t follow directions when you really need them to. 18 months old don’t understand some of the time, but choose not to listen the rest of the time, unless it benefits them in some way.

I need to pick up toys so I can vacuum, but I don’t want to neither pick up the toys, nor battle with my vacuum that needs cleaned out using pliers and scissors after every single room.