So, last Thursday I decided that even though the months and months of potty learning hadn’t been going too terribly well for Miss Willow, we needed to be done with diapers. And, I took them away, day and night, just. like. that. We even went to the beach that evening, diaperless, where Willow got to experience visiting a public toilet with me. Ask any of my kids; it’s all a blur of me marching them by the shoulders, tense as can be, hissing, "DONT’ TOUCH ANYTHING WITH YOUR HANDS!!!" Then, there is prolonged handwashing, followed by a handless exit, which can be bad if the doorhandle is too high for my foot to reach easily.
The night thing is a little tricky. She has woken up dry maybe once all week. The pee strikes around 4:30 am, give or take a little. Yesterday morning I woke up at 4:30, went to check on her, found her dry, stupidly got in bed next to her and within three minutes we were both soaked. I got everything cleaned up and we went back to sleep for awhile. This morning I woke up at 4:30, went to check on her, found her dry and scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom. I sat her on the potty, her eyes closed and her head wobbling on her little neck. She opened her eyes and put her little palm on my cheek and puckered up her lips for a kiss from me. I kissed her and then she peed (hooray) and then we went back to bed. Only, this time, I couldn’t get back to sleep.
At 5:30 I decided I may as well go to the gym, so I did for the first time in forever. Apparently, lots of other people slack in the summer; it was way less crowded than usual. Usual being the last time I went in the middle of May. I did my usual elliptical thing, and even though my heartrate was really high the whole time, I didn’t fall off the machine and die like I was afraid I might. I suppose I will start going regularly again, at least until Willow can go a night without peeing the bed.