Bed wetting

Before going to sleep I check on my kids, tonight I have found that the BOTH have wet the bed already. And are still asleep. Being the negligent mother that I am, I'm going to leave them, pee covered in their beds.

Now, before you judge me consider the alternatives. I could try to strip their wet clothes off, put them in clean ones and bring them to my bed without waking them. Or i could do all that, change their sheets and put them back in their own beds, still trying to not wake them. Or I could wake them up, make them change their own clothes while I change sheets. That last option would surely result in crying. At least one would probably cry if awoken at any point in all that.

So instead I've opted for what I consider to be the simplest option. Leave them be. What will likely happen is I will wake up in a few hours as one of them tries to get on my bed. This child will probably be naked as they strip the wet clothes off and never make the effort to find dry ones. That lid will be waking me up because he or she needs space. Why will there be no space in my queen size bed for a little person to join me? Because the other one will already be there having snuck in while I was deep asleep.
I would be willing to bet money I wake up with a nude preschooler on either side of me.

Is it wrong? Maybe. Will they develop terrible ammonia burns or rashes? Not likely. Will I get 25 more minutes of sleep? Yes. And did I just waste half of that typing this post on my tiny iPhone keyboard. Absolutely.

Good night!

Confession

I have a confession to make. I am a crazy mama. 70% of the time I am nice and happy. The rest of the time I am a lunatic. I go around shouting commands and threatening punishments. This side of me typically shows when we are running late or in a hurry. Or when I am tired or upset. Normally in the mornings before preschool. The problem seems to be that I don't deal well with stressful situations. I get very anxious and take that out on my kids or the people who I should show the most love. Not insanity.

Example: Last night I got off work at 11:30 pm, was asleep by 12:45. Sal the same. Except he worked 5am-4:30 then worked on the house till 11 picked the kids up from my moms and met me at his house. He is off work today and told me last night he'd take the children to preschool. So I'm like- Sweet, I get to sleep in!
Wrong. We both woke up and I ended up taking them to school. He slept ns extra 15 minutes and then relaxed t the house for a few hours while I ran errands.
This morning I was mad. So mad because I was tired, we were already late (daylight saving was like 3 days ago and my kids(otherwise known as my alarm clock) are still sleeping in) and there were no clean clothes.
So I flipped. I yelled at Sal, for lying. I yelled at little Sal as KJ for ignoring me or moving too slow or not eating their breakfast or whining, everything.

They are not the problem. In this situation I am. Sal didn't lie. He fully intended to wake up and let me sleep in. After getting up at 5am and working 11.5 hours at his day job and then 6 hours at the house, doing physical work at both places how can I be mad? I really have no right. He clearly worked harder than me. The kids are just kids. They move slow, they whine, they do all of the things kids do. I've been a mother for over 5 years. This is not news to me. Instead of expecting my children to magically act perfect I need to accept that they are perfect the way they are. Perfectly normal. For now. Until I ruin their sweet little selves with my lunacy. Scaring them forever with my shouting.

I know what I need to do. Doing it is the hard part. I could avoid a ton of stress with a little preparation. Picking clothes out before bed. Setting my- real alarm clock and sticking to it. Having all of our belongings by the front door and breakfast already planned. These little things could potentially make a big difference in my mornings. Or I may just find something else to be stressed about. Equally possible.

The house

Buying a house is pretty awesome. At first. Then all the trouble comes. Closing was January 27th. Work began the 28th and it is now March 12th and we are no where near ready to move in.

I'm anxious. Sal wants to rent his condo by April 1, that won't be too hard. The problem will be finding a place for all of our stuff till the house is ready. We can sleep at our moms houses, we've done that/been doing that. I'd hate to have to rent a storage unit. We can't really move stuff to the house in the condition it's in.

We went over there to work on it yesterday. The weather was beautiful and the neighborhood was filled with kids playing. I hope we meet some families with kids aged close to Sal and KJ. The 'hood is great and soon hopefully, the house will be great.

Loser!

I am a loser. Not in the sense that I don't win anything, or that I'm generally uncool. Even those these each may be fairly true they are not what I mean. I am referring to actually misplacing things. Everything.

My biggest beef is with keys. I have a uncanny ability to lose keys. Just last week I lost three sets. One of which has yet to be found. I lost big Sal's keys twice. The first time I swore try had to be locked in the car. So I called a locksmith and paid $130 for the car o be unlocked. They were not there. Finally after days of searching and just before be we're going to have a new key cut ($250ish) Steve, my moms husband, found them in a pair of shoes. The first reaction of a typical mother of small children would be to blame them. I asked them if they had seen them, they hadn't so I knew they had nothing to do with it. I'm not, however a typical mother, I am a loser.

I thought I lost my checkbook yesterday. That's a problem for a number of reasons. I found it though so its all good. Now I just have to mail the check. Getting that done may be a feat as well.

It's been pretty much a year since I updated this. A lot has changed. A lot has not. Jr now prefers to be called Sal. In fact, he rather hates being called Junior. I'm working on training myself to call him Sal. Karina likes to go by KJ. Sal is five years old already and KJ is three. Time flys!

KJ is Miss Imagination. She is always playing and telling stories. She has an imaginary pink doggy and pink kitty. They are her pets. She knows they are not real, but Sal does not like her to pretend. He is all about reality. Somewhat the opposite of his little sister.

Sal wants to know how things work. Real things, like cars, ad non real things too. He asked me last night how does wishing on a star work. He wanted to know how the wishes come true. I told him they have to be reasonable and you have to do what you can to help them but he was having none of it. His wishes are reasonable he says.
Sal loves video games and TV. He also likes to play when someone plays with him, someone who is not KJ. It bothers me that he doesn't like to play much. He also doesn't like to draw, color or read, unless being read to. I e
Are these two things connected, his non imaginative-ness and his dislike of all things not gamer? I don't know. I wish I could be around more to play with him. It would help if I were not so lazy when I am around, but that's kind of a me problem and I'm working on it, thank you.

I got a blogger app so I'm going to try to keep up to date with all that is going on with us but, I make no promises.