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I Take it All Back


Let me tell you a little story about what happens when you gloat or become prideful about a thing.  You get twins.  (I love them.)  They have made me reevaluate everything about my early parenting years.  I used to think I had some skills.  It turns out we just had dumb luck.  

I was the newbie mom looking down at other parents with older kids who didn't sleep through the night.  They obviously didn't sleep train.  I looked down my nose at their struggle instead of being compassionate.  Our boys were early risers, but they slept at night.  Enter the twins.  I can count on my hands the number of times we have slept through the night in the last three years.  

Question: How do you teach a three year old to pull up her own covers?!  

There was also potty training.  Obviously those parents are just pushing it on a kid who isn't ready.; or they must not be consistent.  Our boys were ridiculously easy to potty train, and it was definitely our superior parenting skills.  

Then we got our girls, and it became clear I have no parenting skills.  

This week we were working outside in the garden, and Carter screeched.  I looked up to see her standing stock still.  She was wet.  "Did you pee your pants?" I asked.

"Yep."

"Why didn't you go inside and use the toilet?  You're supposed to pee on the toilet." 

She deadpanned, "I missed."

Thanks.  I see that.  

So, we are still working on that skill at the three year mark.  

We also have the sass factor.  I'd never let a kid talk to me like that.  I don't allow it to go unpunished, but that's happening too.  Of course it is.

I walked in the girl's room today during naps.  They were out of bed playing.  I firmly told them to get back in bed.  To which Carter firmly responded, "Mom, stop talkin'!"

What?!

Who do these people think they are?  And help!  Somebody! I need all the parenting resources right now!  I don't know what happened between the boys and the girls, but I went from Rock Star to Rock Bottom.  And I sincerely apologize to all the people back when we just had boys.  I know nothing.    

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  1. Amanda JohnsonJanuary 27, 2023 at 11:39 PM

    Oh my gosh Finn recently told me also “mom just stop talking okay? “ what?! 😆

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