It's when DD1 first gets home from school. She takes the bus, which drops her right up at the top of our parking lot. That's at 4 pm. It's right exactly at that time that my twins who are 2 typically wake up from their nap.
The problem is that first, I have two needy toddlers climbing on me. They want to cuddle, because it takes them awhile to wake up. DD comes in, and she's all jazzed. She loves school, and she sort of explodes into the house, bursting with things she wants to tell me. She's usually kinda tired, hungry, and needs to pee. What happens is she winds up standing in the middle of the room still in her coat and shoes, talking a million miles an hour at the top of her lungs, while the twins are hanging on me and begging for milk. DD is dancing from one foot to the other because she clearly needs to pee, and tracking dirt on my living room carpet because her outside shoes are still on. I try to quietly remind her of the routine I've been trying to establish:
What I need her to do is to take off her shoes, go pee, put her coat away, and then sit down calmly and tell me what she wants to tell me.
She ignores me, and keeps talking. This happens many times. Finally I lose my patience and snap at her, and she goes to pieces. Then she has a big emotional outburst, and is STILL tracking dirt on the floor and is clearly desperate because she STILL hasn't been to the bathroom. So then I have to put the toddlers down to go manually assist DD in getting her shoes off, and getting her into the bathroom, and then of course the twins have a breakdown.
Every day I imagine a nice scene where we all cuddle together on the couch, and feel happy about DD being home, and hear all her stories and join in her joy about her wonderful day.
And every day, we wind up with this scene.
The teacher says they have a chance to go to the bathroom right after school. She says DD goes, most days.
The problem is that first, I have two needy toddlers climbing on me. They want to cuddle, because it takes them awhile to wake up. DD comes in, and she's all jazzed. She loves school, and she sort of explodes into the house, bursting with things she wants to tell me. She's usually kinda tired, hungry, and needs to pee. What happens is she winds up standing in the middle of the room still in her coat and shoes, talking a million miles an hour at the top of her lungs, while the twins are hanging on me and begging for milk. DD is dancing from one foot to the other because she clearly needs to pee, and tracking dirt on my living room carpet because her outside shoes are still on. I try to quietly remind her of the routine I've been trying to establish:
What I need her to do is to take off her shoes, go pee, put her coat away, and then sit down calmly and tell me what she wants to tell me.
She ignores me, and keeps talking. This happens many times. Finally I lose my patience and snap at her, and she goes to pieces. Then she has a big emotional outburst, and is STILL tracking dirt on the floor and is clearly desperate because she STILL hasn't been to the bathroom. So then I have to put the toddlers down to go manually assist DD in getting her shoes off, and getting her into the bathroom, and then of course the twins have a breakdown.
Every day I imagine a nice scene where we all cuddle together on the couch, and feel happy about DD being home, and hear all her stories and join in her joy about her wonderful day.
And every day, we wind up with this scene.
The teacher says they have a chance to go to the bathroom right after school. She says DD goes, most days.









