Mommydom over the weekend

So last Friday's post stuck with me. The guilt did too, but not as much as the words.

I was looking forward to going out with a girlfriend Friday night and basically unloading all of my issues onto a real person. But she cancelled (her house in now the House of Ick.) So I asked my husband and son if they wanted to run some errands with me.

We went to Hobby Lobby and did some exchanges. And then we went to dinner at Buffalo Wild Wings, one of my favorite chain restaurants, and boy, do my guys like it too. We had a nice night. Weston wasn't listening as much as I would have liked... but he's 3. Since dinner took a while we opted out of the playground at the mall, and went home, per Weston's request.

On the way home, Scott asked what was wrong... bad timing on his part since I was rereading my last blog post in my head. So I let him have it. I told him how I felt like a failure, and how I felt like a single parent, etc. (Just read the previous post if you need a reminder.) Any way, I let it all out. And he didn't really say anything in return. When we got home and into bed, his sudden comment was, "Well you got a lot off your chest tonight." Um, I guess you could say that. By the way, do you have anything else to add? (snoring) Guess not. And that was the conversation. Seriously. And then he proceeded to walk on egg shells around me. Like I was a bomb or something.

Weston did great potty training this weekend! It was awesome. And I have to thank Scott for stepping up! He helped Weston go potty, and reminded him all the time. It was nice that Daddy took care of this part. And that it went well. We aren't 100%, but at least we're working on it.

"I need my Big Boy Pants on!"

That's what woke up to at 3am. Weston yelling to put his underpants on - only to discover that he was still sound asleep. How funny that my baby is dreaming about potty training! And he's moving in the right direction!

So, I let all my thoughts into the open. I am not sure if it did any good, but I stand behind my feelings. Not that they are understood or appreciated all that much. Onto to more potty training tonight! And hopefully we'll segue into a bedtime and his own bed after that. I choose to fight one battle at a time.