Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Boys Will Be Boys

I almost decided not to write this, but then I thought that probably even though some might not have little ones, most all more than likely have big ones...boys.  They don't do things the same way that we do.  They don't usually like the same things that we do.  They certainly don't think the same way that we do.  And the one thing that's for sure...they don't, well, their "aim" isn't as good as ours is.

I have 3 boys.  Two little ones, and one big one.  The two little ones share a bathroom upstairs.  Lord, help me.  That place smells like a public restroom most of the time.  And it's not because I don't clean it.  It's because nobody can aim.  I even keep Clorox wipes up there and wipe the potty down at least once a day.  To make matters even worse, one of them, the oldest little man, is a sleep pee-er.(I wasn't really sure how to spell that one!)  No, not a sleep walker.  I mean, that when he needs to go potty, he is in such a deep sleep that he will "think" he is in the bathroom when he isn't.  Let me give you a couple of real life stories.  You can't make this stuff up.

One night when I went upstairs before bed to check on the boys, I noticed that Jack wasn't in his bed.  So, I looked on the sofa in their playroom.  He wasn't there either.  I went across the hall and looked in that bedroom...no Jackson.  As I made my way back into the playroom, I glanced in the bathroom. (the light was on b/c they always make me keep the light on in the bathroom) Jackson was curled up in the fetal position on the floor, dead-to-the-world asleep...with no pants on.  And he had peed all over the toilet...with the lid DOWN.  So after I take him back to bed, I get to scrub a toilet and the floors too.

Another time, I heard Wyatt screaming like he was having a night terror (which he has never had). So I ran up the stairs, flipped on the light and went over to him.  He was soaked.  I thought "Is he sweating?  No too wet?  Did he pee?  On his own head?"  And then I saw Jackson.  He was laying with his head at the foot of his bed on top of his covers.  He had peed on his brother.  Really.  I promise I did not make that up.  True story.

We have had lots of times of him coming downstairs and walking around in circles in our room, obviously looking for the bathroom.  Even starting to go on our floor.  He has peed in the trashcan, on the floor in the playroom, always on the outside of the shower door, ALL over the toilet, and very often on the seat of the potty.  That one is particularly my favorite.  Oh how I love to sit down in the middle of the night because someone (not always Jackson) has...uhmm..wet the seat.

So, basically, I spend alot of time in my house cleaning all of the potties.  There is always a box of cleaning wipes in each of the bathrooms.  That does cut down on time on Wonderful Wednesday(which is the day I clean my whole house).  Maybe Mallory will be able to do a better job than the others...


Jen Talley said...

OMG that is so funny!!! I can totally identify with the pee everywhere thing. My boys are finally getting it and they are 8 and 6. Poor Jackson.....

Aimee said...

Oh, my Ashley...that was too funny. Thank you for posting. I actually read it last night and then just had to read it to Joel this morning. So is this what I am in for, I already had the middle of the night "pickle" got caught betweeen the tummy and p.j.'s and mommy got it right in the face! That was ALOT of fun. :-)

Hope said...

That's funny, and making me even more grateful for my girls. I think I would be asking for the top bunk from now on if I was the peed on brother! :)

I was just checking in on our No Other Gods ladies. I put roll call up last Saturday and noticed that you hadn't commented yet. Are you still planning to join us? No pressure if you aren't, but I was looking forward to having you!

The link is on the sidebar, stop by and say hey, well, when you aren't cleaning up pee that is. :)

Emily said...

Reason #254 I don't have boys.

I'm kidding! I love boys, just other peoples!!

People always ask us when we tell them we're adopting..."a boy, right?" um, nope...another girl. They don't get it!

Also, girls don't say at the church supper table, "I want my mamma on top of my daddy!"
Not that your kid said that. Last night.

Amy Lynn said...

Oh the joys of having boys! Well now I know what is to come once potty training begins. :)