I really thought that my day COULD NOT possibly get worse when I woke up this morning to aching sinuses, a pounding headache, and the beginnings of what promised to be a killer cold. I WAS SOOOOO WRONG!!! It was not until a while later that I realized that the NEW low point was getting my pants wet. NOT wetting my pants----that would be awful, but I could just count that off as another pregnancy related mishap.....NO you read it correctly. I got my pants wet. My two year old (who had already worn every shred of my sanity down to the wire) came and snuggled with me on the couch....told me I was the best....continued watching her thousanth episode of Calliou (remember me being sick and not feeling the need to entertain)....and then apparently too engrossed in the life of a Canadian four year old proceeds to pee ON THE COUCH. Just sat right there and peed. Un-be-freakin-leavable!!! As if that is not weird enough, she doesn't tell me or even take her eyes from the t.v. It is not until I realize that I am wet, warm, and uncomfortable that I realized there was a problem. I ruled out my water breaking and me wetting my own pants and discovered the problem. PURE LAZINESS. I asked her if she peed and she said YEP!!! I asked her why and she said "I was just watching cartoons." Because that is what people do when they are watching t.v. right. Thank goodness for leather couches. GRRRR!!!
HOWEVER...that also proved to be a false alarm in the low point department. The REAL low point of my day came much later. After 3 more potty accidents (one on my kitchen chair cushion) and a rough day all the way around I realized that life COULD in fact go farther down hill. When I was trying to explain that BIG GIRLS go potty in the toilet and if we continued to pee all over mommy's house we would have to go to the store and get diapers I got hit in the face by yet another false alarm. Em looked up at me and said "Yep I do need diapers AND we need to buy me some baby bottles too." Talk about backfiring!!! So I made a noise that was loud and may or may not have sounded a lot like a very naughty swear word....AND that folks is when the real bottom fell out of my day. I got the big puppy dog two year old eyes pointed right at me and THEN it happened. Emersyn said "mom....you just need to be more patient." I sat there with my mouth open and my eyes unblinking thinking....Who the heck taught my kid that word and how does she know how to use it???? Then she hopped off the potty (we still pretend she is gonna use it once in a while) and ran into her room. And this folks is the moment.....she sat in her rocking chair with her blanket and said....."mommy, sing me a song about Jesus."
There is nothing like a big plate of humility handed to you by a two year old in pee pants with a water colored face that reminds you of the big picture. SURE my house has pee on EVERY available surface. SURE you cannot see my floor through all of the toys and goldfishes on it. SURE I would rather be sleeping than up 3 times in the night trying to convince my kid that HER bed is just as warm and good as mommy's bed. BUT along with the thousand low points and the moments of wondering where the closest fire station drop point is to my house, there is always at least ONE hight point. Today that came as I rocked my dirty child in her rocking chair and sang to her about Jesus. Tomorrow is another day.....I hope I remember the lesson that He (with a little help from HER) taught me today.