Not for the Squeamish

I'm having a rough day today.My son is not potty trained and God, what an understatement that seems like today. Today I just happened to wake up and decide that I need an ABA therapist in here pronto to help me potty train Liberty before kindergarten (which starts in two weeks). We have spent the summer treking from therapist to therapist and, frankly, I think should have gone for the potty training first. Actually, I tried to hire a woman who did not have her ABA license yet but was supposed to be working on it and she was also slated to be Liberty's kindergarten teacher next year, at the start of the summer. I thought she would be just what we need, but she unfortunately turned out to be someone I would not want my child near. So, I just scrapped the idea and started to gear up for our trip to see Dr. Bock in NY.

All day, Liberty has taken off his diaper or his underwear. He has peed a couple of times. And, for the second time today, I just cleaned up smeared poopy hand prints from the living room couch, walls, bedspread and my hair and clothing. I am about to go insane. It's hard to give Lib consequences or rewards when he does not have anything that he is passionate about, except perhaps hanging out in my office and spinning in the chair. Finally, I put him in his room. He tried to escape a few times, but I think he has finally laid down for a nap.

You might be saying, where were YOU when he was doing all of this? Oh things like trying to take a shower, cook, answer a phone call, put on my clothes, etc. Normal things. I cannot be with him every second, and I check on him constantly, but no person who is by themselves can be there every single second unless you are sitting around doing nothing else.

Apparently, methy B-12 helps move your bowels! Thanks for that warning.

After all of the cleaning, scrubbing, scolding and just plain bitching and whining to myself and my poor husband (who I called repeatedly to share), I just feel old and tired. Then the old, "I didn't sign up for this, I know it didn't" thought. I need help and no one has returned my calls today. I know I need to regroup and reach for some higher thoughts before my mood goes straight down the toilet. I have cleaned up so much poop today and for the last 5 years of my life, I could be a poopologist. This actually made me laugh, at least.

To show just how far Abby Normal I have gone, I actually saved some of it for the damn stool sample I have to get. I have to obtain 5 test tubes of them to send off to the lab, complete with a mini shovel to stuff it all into the tube, and my thought was, "Gee, no time like the present..."

Off to salvage what is left of my day and change my poopy disposition.