Sad, I know. When we first became parents a friend told me to create the bathroom rule. If you aren't bleeding and the house isn't on fire, no one is allowed to bother Mom while she is in the bathroom. I embraced this kind of advice.
As of late, I've been trying to have more patience with where the kids are at in terms of needing to know where I am to feel secure. This is normal behavior of toddlers. That's where my kids are at emotionally. I've been answering the knocks with- I'll be out in a minute.
This evening the knock on the door came after an hour of Sarah and Smiley fighting their way to the top of my naughty list.
Smiley: Sarah hit me.
Foster Mom R: Are you on fire?
I came out and asked Sarah if she hit Smiley. She said yes but she hit me too.
Oh for the love!
Was it on purpose?
I don't know.
Lord give me strength...
I went back to making dinner, trouble shooting homework and straightening up for the appointment that never showed.
I turn back around and Smiley has thetherapeutic feeling cards in her hand.
I forgot how to play this.
That's okay. We aren't going to play with that right now.
Not even two minutes later I came around the corner to find Sarah and Smiley with the cards spread all over the floor.
Sarah is on night two of the week of not bringing all her homework home so I assigned her extra reading. I went up to check on her and found her and Smiley sound asleep a solid 30 minutes before bedtime.
No struggle about monsters. No asking for the spray twenty times. No extra drink of water. No tears.
I'd give up peeing in peace of this was the result every night....
I'm sure this means that Smiley will be knocking on my door about a bad dream earlier than she has the last 6 nights but that's okay. That's where she's at.