My Glamour of the SAHMer this week is the potty chair. Oh, that’s the dirty little secret of mommyhood, isn’t it? Diapers are bad enough, but now you have a cup full of…well, we all know what it’s full up that you have to dump, rinse, and replace. And then repeat.
I seriously made a mistake when I opted for the model with a built in step stool. Why? Because the inside is full of grooves and plastic support trusses. And if the cup is not in exact position – or the BOY isn’t in exact position, it drips inside all those grooves. And if it dries before I catch it, the only way to get it clean is to blast it with super strength Lyson bathroom cleaner and dig the grooves out with a q-tip.
If you can’t be the good example, be the horrible warning. Learn from my mistake and buy yourself a potty seat that is smooth and molded all in one, like Ikea carries.
I’ve had enough, though and dismantled and removed it. Mr X is big enough to climb on the big potty if he has a stepstool. Unfortunately, that meant I needed to do a thorough cleaning before I stored it away. Sigh. So tempted to toss it an buy another one in a year when Baby A is (hopefully) ready, but I’ll persevere and recycle this one.
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I don’t have a specific post written about this, but I have some related to the issue at both abczoohome.com and drillteam-pccxcorps.blogspot.com. Yesterday while waiting for an insurance adjuster to come look at the gaping holes in my kitchen ceiling which caved in last weekend, I opened the cabinet under the sink to find several bajillion bugs driven in from the recent rain. Emptied half a can of Raid into the cabinet to the point that my tongue tingled from inhaling some. Fun times.
My last post is already pretty relevant to this, potty and all…
We got our daughter an extra potty to have in her room, too, and she loves it. Every nap since then she’s gotten up to pee on the rug. Don’t know if she’s been trying to get to the potty or not. The first nap I was dozing and nursing while she chattered when I heard her say, “Mommy clean bed; it’s yucky.” Oh boy.
She had tried very hard to wipe up the bed and the floor after pooping in her diaper, in her potty, and 3 places in between.
Now that she can take off her clothes I guess I just have to hunker down until she figures it all out.
Add in some cat poop in the laundry and cat pee on the downstairs potty due to an overdue litterbox.
And something fell off the front of my dishwasher today. And my boy had shots today
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Off to grind some peas, corn, and beef to a disgusting-looking mess
I think the hardest is when they aren’t quite independent, but not quite dependent (me do it!) either!
I guess this week should be lovingly known as The Potty Chronicles”.
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