Desperatley Seeking A Nap

I’m desperate for a nap. Not for myself. (ME getting a nap? puuleeze!)

He is just 7 months old now and is just not a good sleeper in general. Bedtime is one thing. He does not go down at night by himself and I’m cosleeping at the moment so we all can at least get some rest at night (self preservation). But during the day, Right now, I would give anything for him to nap. By himself. More than the 10-20 minute stretches he seems to give me. And usually that is while either being held or being worn. This is just some of the “high needs” traits he possesses.

When I say desperate, I mean that I’d gotten to the point the other day of having to put my baby down (screaming of course) and walk away until I could compose myself after bawling my eyes out. I NEED him to nap. For many reasons.

People in my life say they wonder how I get anything done. I wonder the same thing myself. I would give ANYTHING for at least 45 minutes of nap time for him. Please.

Well That Was a Waste of Time

This week I have spent on a wild goose chase trying to sign my 3 year old up for preschool through the public schools system here. Different process from the preschool we had him in last year, and in the end, it was all for nothing.

Long story short, we found out last winter that Joey’s school was closing. It was a private Catholic school the diocese decided to close down and they would not change their mind. So we had some decisions to make. The people and administrators from his “old” school had decided to open up a new school at a different location. It was essentially the same school with most of the same policies and administrators. Just a new building and no longer  associate with the Catholic church (no big deal to us).

So we had some choices. Put him in this “new” private preschool OR, put him in the public preschools which are “Free”. (Who am I kidding, we pay for this “free” preschool with our enormous property tax bill) See, we live in an Abbott District because we are in sort of an “economically depressed” are, so that makes preschools free to residents in our district. So my husband wanted to check this out because if we didn’t have to pay for private school, it would be nice to save that money.  Problem is, it is a total pain in the ass to register as I have found out. You can’t just pick a preschool that you want and sign up for it. You have to register through the school district, and then THEY get to pick the preschool based on factors of diversity, geographic location, etc.

In order to get my son registered, I had to pick up a packet in person, make an appointment to register, and have ALL forms ready and complete at that registration appointment. One of the important forms that HAD to be filled out was the medical ones filled out by the pediatrician. Unfortunately for us, my pediatrician is awful popular and booked up for well-child visits 3 months in advance. So I wasn’t able to get his doctor appointment until this week. Also unfortunately for us, the school district had already chosen and distributed the students to schools at the beginning of this month. So perhaps you see where this was going?

After numerous visits to that darn school registration office (the pediatrician didn’t fill everything out right), and a registration appointment where I spent 45 minutes waiting in the lobby with my hyper 3 year old before they called me back, only to be told that all schools are full except for the ONE school I DID NOT want him at. It was just a perfect storm of disaster. Did I mention that Joey decided to take a giant crap in his pull-up 10 minutes after we got there? Yeah, it was awesome.

So now we’ve decided that my son is going to his “old” school in the new location. I’m just hate that I wasted so much time with that stupid crap only to go back to his “old” school that I wanted him at anyways.

Potty Training Pain

toilet training

Doesn’t look so scary, right?

Potty training sucks. Everyone loves to keep telling me that boys are the most difficult. Well my son is definitely proving that to be true. Difficult barely begins to cover it.  I keep asking my friends to remind me that no kid goes away to college still in diapers. I have been having a hard time believing that my 3 year old won’t break that trend.

It all started just before he was 2 and a half. I was pregnant with #2 and he was showing signs that he was ready for the potty. Heck, at preschool he was asking his teachers to go to the potty like some of his friends. So we were excited, thinking we would have him trained in no-time, before the baby arrived. Our excitement turned to angst, as the boy who was so willing to use the potty at first, suddenly started outright refusing to even sit on the potty at all. I mean, screaming fits, running, yelling, crying, etc. It was so frustrating. Since the baby was coming soon, we had to take a break to ease the transition to having the new baby at home. So we took the pressure off for a few months.

In June, I was bound and determined to get this potty thing done. He was 3 years old now, and he needed to be trained by the fall for school. I got the book “Potty Training Boys” to see if I can get an edge (that book is only OK). I decided to just ditch the diapers during the day. So I have spent the last several weeks cleaning up lots of messes. First week, he would fight me tooth and nail to even go near the potty. I think it is mostly because he didn’t want to stop playing to go use the potty. He would just pee on the floor right where he was. I tried every reward under the sun. I started a sticker chart. I cheered and jumped up and down like a crazy person when he was successful. But it still was a fight. And he would still go hide and make accidents.

I got serious and started setting a timer and getting the kid on there at regular intervals. At first I met more resistance, but then we kind-of made it a game. Then I found that lollipops seemed to garner the most motivation. After about 3 weeks of timers and sporadic messes, I think we have finally turned the corner. He has finally made the connection when he feels he needs to pee and will even go do that on his own. He’s even transitioned to standing. I dare say that he has mastered that piece of the puzzle (during the day).

Poop is another story. And I am tired of cleaning it up. I know we are getting there, but it is TOUGH. He is a stubborn little boy that marches to the beat of his own drum. And as frustrating as it is, that is part of what I love so much about him. We will get there. There will no be packing of pampers for college. Right?