Queen of Rambles

First up, the promised picture of the oh-so-glamorous potty seat insert tote. Isn’t it grand? I need to trim the handle down to size, but for today I just made a knot in it and that worked fine. I didn’t intend for it to have that big red stripe down the middle, but when I cut the original squares, I underestimated by a couple of inches and had to figure out a way to make it bigger. We’ll just call it abstract art, shall we? I wish I had some of the plastic fabric that diaper covers are made out of, but I don’t so this will have to do. At least it’s washable.

Why do I need a special potty tote? Because the potty must travel alone. It sits in public toilets and gets really germy, so I prefer not to have my water bottle and snack snugged up against other people’s ass grime. I don’t need a giant bag for a small item. I wanted something light and easy to transport, especially since I’ll be taking it as my personal item on the plane. I’ll have my wallet and other stuff in my back-pack. Erik is too little and too terrified to sit on a gaping toilet hole without the support of the insert, so I have no idea how long I’m going to have to cart the stupid thing around.

And now for the very last potty talk that I’ll subject you to in what I hope is a very, very long time. He stayed dry all last night! I don’t understand how he can go from having a night diaper that’s so full it leaves little gel beads on his butt to being totally dry, but he did it! He hasn’t had an accident since Thursday so I’m officially calling him trained. The end!

And now on to bigger and better things.

I got the scare of my life this afternoon. It was a yucky day outside–too hot to play, too cold to go swimming–so when Erik decided he needed a bath I ran up the stairs and plopped him in the tub. Score!

About 20 minutes into the bath, I started hearing people talking. Loudly. In my living room! They were calling for Erik and sometimes they were calling for me. I know I am a bit on the paranoid side and can let my imagination get away with me, but I’ve never had auditory hallucinations before. I called out a greeting, but no one answered. I kept hearing weird stuff going on, so finally I grabbed a kicking, screaming, wet Erik (he probably could stay in the tub by himself these days, but did I mention I’m paranoid?) and the cordless phone and tried to sneak down the stairs. Sneaking is hard when you are carrying a screaming preschooler.

I got down the stairs and looked around. No one was there, but I was still hearing someone yell Erik’s name.

Then I glanced at my laptop.

My nephew’s face was in the chat box and he was jabbering away. I didn’t realize SightSpeed would connect a call without being accepted, but apparently my nephew had been trying to get our attention for some time. He couldn’t see us, but he could hear us singing the ABC’s and other stuff so he knew we were home.

While I was trying to get that sorted out, Erik escaped from my grasp and ran back upstairs. I don’t know what I was smoking but it didn’t occur to me that he’d get back in the bath. I finally figured it out and ran up the stairs. He was happily splashing away.

How’s that for non-drama? We all made it out alive.

My sister finally told me why her husband has a big black eye. His story (which may or may not be a total lie) is that his son and his son’s friends beat him up. Rob (the husband) went over to his brother’s house for Fourth of July. Robbie (the 20 year old son) lives with Rob’s brother. Robbie wants to be a cage fighter or some such non-sense. Rob told him he was a wuss and couldn’t fight, so there was a huge brawl with whiskey bottles being used as clubs, black eyes, stitches and broken hands. Aw, to hang out with drug addled alcoholics! Personally, I think it’s more likely that one of his hooker’s johns beat the crap out of him, but don’t tell my sister that. She doesn’t believe he still goes to hookers.

I’m so looking forward to Saturday.

Actually, I am. Erik is totally stoked about the trip and won’t quit begging to go. It will be worth being there just so I don’t have to hear about it any more. Every time we get in the car he is convinced we are going to go to the airport so we can fly to see his cousins. I’m so happy they get along so well, but so sad that they barely ever get to see each other.

I think I better wrap this up and go to bed. I haven’t been taking any sleeping pills the past several nights and the insomnia is exhausting. I had another negative result today, 8 days post expected period date. I think that is a definite no. I can risk the sleeping pill tonight.

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