What did I do?

Okay, so I have to tell you about my night, before I can tell you about my day, and my questionable purchase.

Last night E was sick. Stuffy nose, cold or teething, it's debatable. He woke up at 11:30, tried to nurse, and then screamed bloody murder for what felt like an eternity. The only time the kid ever cries is when he's in his car seat. Even when him and big bro bonk heads, it's always big bro who has the tears, never wee bit. So I was really worried. He cried like he was in excrutiating pain. I think he was just upset that he couldn't breath, and therefore could not eat. Eventually the tylenol kicked in and he fell asleep. I put him in his swing, knowing that lying him flat on his back would be a mistake. The swing is downstairs, the bedroom upstairs. I was too worried to go back to my bed, so I tried to make due on the couch. Now for the hour that I was asleep in my bed before E woke up, I had been having nightmares. So I was actually scared to go back to sleep, both for fear of more nightmares, and also for fear that my son could not breath. So I tossed and turned, which is pretty hard on a couch. I slept lightly, awakening every half an hour. At 3:30 E woke up again, and didn't get back to sleep for an hour. At this point I realized he was not going to choke to death and went upstairs to sleep. I knew if I didn't then I would be completely miserable when my oldest woke up. I finally got some solid sleep, as E and M finally woke up a little after 8.

So my day started. For those of you that don't know. M is a very difficult child. He's whiny, and tests every limit. He fights me tooth and nail on potty training, and asks every mornign to start the day with a popscicle and then cries for a good half an hour when he's refused this request. Today was no different, and when a mom hasn't had her sleep, these morning trials are that much harder. I finally get M to eat sausage and pankcakes. E is grumpy and tired, and M is being his difficult little self.

I try to get ready to take a shower so we can go to the store and get medicine for E. I ask M over and over again if he has to go potty. NO he say's, NOT YET, he says. So I enter the shower. Then he states, I HAVE TO GO POTTY! Here I go, dripping wet, shampoo in my hair. We rush to the bathroom. I help M with his pants and undies, M complains that I have gotten him all wet with my dripping hair. Yeah, deal with it kid. He potties, yippie, potty dance, give me five! M requests his prize for pottying. I decline, saying he can get it later when mommy isn't dripping everywhere. M throws a HUGE fit because he is now incovenienced. I go get his prize and go back to the shower.

We get to the store eventually. It's nearly 1:00 and M is hungry and tired. E is sick and grumpy. I return some stuff I bought yesterday, go get E some medicine, check out, CAN'T FIND THE KEYS! Go to every counter, retrace my steps. WHERE ARE THE KEYS? M is crying, he wants chicken fries NOW. E is crying, he can't breath. I have no keys. I go back to the car, dragging M, dangling E. The keys are in car, thankfully the car is unlocked. We all get in, head to McDonalds and then to the library because I have books about to be overdue. We get new books, M needs to potty but won't use the one at the library. We head home to use home potty. Fight about it of course. He goes, but barely, and he had a lot to drink for lunch.

We leave home again to help a friend pack. M spends entire hour there grabbing crotch, but refusing to go to the bathroom. E cries most of the time because he needs a nap but won't sleep. Some help I am.

E falls asleep and I head to toy store, with the knowledge that the potty treats we use are no longer going to be on sale after this week. Arrive at store. Get potty treats. Can't get M out of display Escalade. Come on M, NO. Come on M, NO! Fine, I'll leave you there. Okay fine with him. Think, well if he loves them so much, maybe I will buy him a motorized vehicle, but a less expensive one. I spot a tractor, four wheel looking thing that looks fun. I suggest this, he agrees, grabbing crotch all the while. Okay then we better go potty if you want it. Go to bathroom, sit him on toilet. I CAN'T he wails. Get off potty, warn against going in pants. Get outside to go look at motorized vehicles again. M grabs crotch again. WERE GOING POTTY, I say. WILL YOU GO IF I GET YOU YOUR SPECIAL POTTY CHAIR?

YES, he says. We go outside. I tell him to stay on the sidewalk, go to get potty chair from car. Return to find that he has peed in his pants, and on the sidewalk. GREAT. Go back inside, make our second trip to the bathroom. Change clothes. Realize the people here probably thing I'm stealing since I have been to my car twice, and to the bathroom twice.

Finally make our purchase. Win a prize at the register because the item is mismarked. Get it for 44 Dollars cheaper than it's supposed to be. Plus I get 10 percent off for being a member. SCORE. Buy lots of things for under my budget, SCORE DOUBLE.

The rest of the evening is a blur. I knew Chi peed at Chiles, in the potty twice, in his pants once. The neighborhood is out and about. The guys have a blast putting together this new toy. I come inside for the evening and see the toy in is glory.

This is when I realize what I have done. I have bought a HUGE arse motorcyle for my son. It's so big, I could technically ride on it. I don't know where we will store it. I don't know how my child will ride on it without killing himself or others around him. I don't know if this was such a great idea after all. The Escalade was smaller I think.

So that is what has happened here. I'm sure I'll have many follow ups. Oh Vey.