Today's writing prompt (from
Blog Everyday in May) was supposed to be "A Day in My Life", which I absolutely love. However, it is now almost 10am, and I'm at work without a single photo being taken today, so I'm going to postpone it until tomorrow, so I can remember to take some actual pictures. I was going to do tomorrow's prompt instead, but I think I'll skip it altogether. I can do that, right? I mean I'm still blogging? I miss blogging on the weekends anyway, so sue me.
Instead, I present to you,
1. Potty Training.
I'm putting it off to the max. (Did I just say 'the max'?) I can't comprehend how toddlers can be fully able to tell you when they need to 'go', although I know a lot can. And I cannot just let my toddlers run wild and naked, doing their business all over the place, although that does work for many.
2. Nutrition.
I hate stressing and worrying about if my kid is getting enough of this and that, or eating too much of this and that.
3. Bottle Weaning.
I need to get my almost 20 month old off the bottle. But our sleep schedule is so perfect right now. I don't want to mess with perfection, and she is not a sippy cup fan.
4. Sippy Cup Weaning.
Our two year old relies on the sippy to go to sleep just as much as the younger one relies on her bottle. It's a sad, sad addiction.
5. Bottle/Sippy In Bed Conundrum.
Both girls drink their milk in bed. Yep, it's bad because of tooth decay and choking and such. I want to switch them so they're drinking milk, then going to bed. With water, because I can't bear to pull the sippy cups away completely, although I know I should.
6. Discipline.
I don't know which battles to pick, and with which girl. Since they're 8 months apart, I know I can't discipline Chloe for the same things as Madi. Some things Madi should just know better. Also, I think time outs work great for Madi, but Chloe is still too young. But at the same time, I think I let Chloe get away with more because she's my baby, while Madi is still new to me so the connection isn't as strong yet.
7. The Step-Parent Connection.
This is a tough one to admit, but I'm sure it's not uncommon. Chloe is my biological child. I've known her for her entire life. Madi is kind of my step-child. I've known her since she was a year old (which is almost as long as I've known Chloe!), but I didn't raise her for her first two years. I spent minimal time with her. I wasn't in charge of decisions for her. We didn't have one-on-one time. We don't have that bond. Chloe fills me with so much happiness. I just want to hug and kiss her all the time. I don't feel that with Madi. At all. I love her, but I love her differently, and with a little less passion. That will change eventually, won't it?
8. The Mommy/Daddy Issue.
I'm Chloe's Mommy, and Eric is Mady's Daddy. Therefore, our home is a huge confusion of Mommy and Daddy. Both girls know who they're biological parents are. Eric doesn't care, and goes with the flow. It doesn't bother me what the kids calls us, since I'm under the impression that we're not breaking up so Chloe will grow up with two father figures and Madi with two mother figures. I'm not sure where the other parents stand on this issue, but I don't push Mommy and Daddy on the girls, one way or the other. When we pick Eric up from work, I tell the girls we are going to get Daddy. When I'm talking to Chloe specifically, I tell her to go say 'night night' to Eric. She still has started calling him Daddy from time to time, but she doesn't light up like when she sees her real Daddy.
9. Vomit and Such.
I'm
terrified of throwing up, as I've mentioned before, so puke is one of my least favorite things. I deal with it much better though when it's one of the kids because I can blame it on the randomness of their little stomachs or teething or something. When they're older, I hope I can still deal with it as well.
10. Mommy Guilt.
We all have it. I try not to let it consume me, or worry about it much but I always feel guilty about something. Every time I think about when Chloe was in the hospital, I feel so guilty that I let her spend that first night in the hospital alone.
How did I do that? How did I leave my baby sleeping alone in a hospital crib with only nurses checking in on her? I felt okay about it at the time, but I feel guilty about it now almost every day. I also feel guilty about trivial things, like when I don't spend enough time with her, don't teach her enough new things, don't read to her. Especially when I have a mean moment, and snap at her or raise my voice. Ugh, I feel guilty about it all just thinking about it.
What are some things that you hate about parenting?