It’s the new year. We ushered in 2012 in bed with headaches, aches and pains, fevers, and coughs. All three of us were sick. First it was Hubby, and then the next day, Little One and I felt ill. Fortunately for us, it only lasted 24 hours. The farm is not going to look after itself if we’re sick. Farmers don’t have “sick days”, holidays, days off, or “weekends”.
I know I shouldn’t grumble. Hubby says we’re “stewards of the land” and really loves farming, it’s in his blood, and believes this is the right thing to do. This said, I would love to be able to go on vacation as a family someday. With this being a one man operation (plus a city girl for a wife and a very busy toddler who help in any way we can, but almost always just get in the way), it looks unlikely. We are in desperate need of a vacation though.
While I was busy purging our house of unneeded things (a tradition I’ve adopted every New Year), the dog decided to purge my compost bin of all its contents…ALL OVER the kitchen floor! I had eggshells, coffee grounds, and avocado pits all over my kitchen floor.
More mess to clean up. Yay.
I then decided to make several different batches of food to serve as supper for the remainder of the week. I figured that if I did that, it would save me time during the rest of the week. As I was cooking two different supper dishes at the same time, the phone rang. Normally, if I had my hands tied, I’d let the voicemail pick up. Of course, Hubby had to answer the phone and he had to hand it to me. Yes…while I was in the midst of pots boiling and things going into the oven.
It was my friend SuperAmazingMommy. We chatted as I cooked. Of course, my amazing little toddler (who has been on a roll with the toilet training for the past almost three weeks) came running down the stairs. She had her brand new bathing suit on. Why does a three year old need to wear a bathing suit in the middle of the winter? Why, in hopes that her mother will take her to the indoor pool 74 minutes away from the Island!
SuperAmazingMommy and I were discussing something that has been weighing on my mind these days – school. I’m on the fence on whether to send Little One this year because she was a preemie. Technically, she’s three months behind most kids her age, but doesn’t seem to display any signs of being delayed. Still, the thought of my tiny little munchkin being in school all day, five days a week, and having to make a long commute on the bus (because we live in the sticks), makes me feel ill. It seriously makes me anxiety-filled. She is so tiny and still needs her afternoon naps. Without them, she is on grumpy kid.
SuperAmazingMommy reminded me of what our Neonatal Specialist (who is also our pediatrician) said. “There is no rush. Too many parents do their children a tremendous disservice by rushing them.” This goes for potty training as well. I’ve been feeling the pressure from all ends on the potty training issue. I forgot that Little One’s Neonatal Specialist told is not to rush her and that she would potty train when she’s ready. She said not to even consider it until after she’s three years old “corrected” (which would be in February).
Just as I said, “Well, [insert Little One’s real name here] has been a toilet training superstar! No diapers. Peeing and pooping in the toilet and not the potty. No accidents at all”, what should happen?
I heard a thundering gush like the sound of Niagara Falls coming from the stairs leading to the kitchen.
“MOMMY! I had an accident!”